tiger trax

Dizzy with exhaustion, Coyote stopped at a halcyon brook to slake his thirst. The water was cold and perfectly tasteless. He could see to the bottom with stunning clarity. A small, rosy pebble stood out like a beacon among the dusky neighboring river rocks. Coyote stared at the red stone, transfixed. As the water tumbled over it, the rock seemed to morph and take on new shapes. First it looked vaguely like a turkey. Immediately after, an elephant. Then a bird. Wolf. Sasquatch. Sloth. Cat. Parrot. Otter. Train. Coyote. Unicorn. Panda. Tracy Brown. Donkey. Wizard. Philly Phanatic. Giant Monster. Longhorn. Orca…..

Coyote’s head was spinning. He plunged his head into the stream and snatched up the rock. Depositing it on the riverbank, he was saddened to see that it’s dance of mutation had ended; it looked like any other red stone. Fearing that he stole its magic, Coyote kicked it back into the river so it could dance once again.

Coyote laid his head down between his paws and fell into a deep sleep. He dreamed of the animals he saw in the rock. He couldn’t speak, but he felt their power. He could tell that they were twenty incarnations of the same force. Coyote focused all of his mental energy, hoping to communicate with that force. He woke up with a snap.

The red rock was gone, and the moon had already risen. He continued on his way.

Good game last night, everybody.