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Yep.
That's it.
That's the whole thing.
The end.
Trickster
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...... I was chuckling as I padded away from the writer's house, laughing deep in my throat, "chuff, chuff, chuff"! I'd been watching from the boulder just outside her deck, listening to her curse "writer's block". She'd try to type; and then, click, click, click, as she erased what she'd written! Finally she got up and walked into the kitchen, searching for some inspiration, or perhaps just a drink of water.
My spell was working! If I could help it, she'd just give up trying to write something about a "trickster". Why, she had the demerity to think she could write about ME -- the true Trickster! I am Coyote, the Great, the Wise, The Creative One, the Father of all People! The Great Spirit gave me the task of creating the People, sharing with them my enormous intelligence. And she didn't even direct one thought my way, no prayer, no plea, nothing!
She'd left her computer on, open to this contest page, when she'd left the room. In I crept through the open French door, right up to the computer. Balancing on three legs, I used my right paw and one claw, and typed out MY poem on her page, but signed MY name; then I pressed "Send"! She couldn't call it back, and she couldn't enter a second time! Then I came back to my boulder.
Oh, she just came back, sat at her computer, and threw up her hands. I can hear her scream!
Pardon me now, while I roll on my back, paws in the air, and laugh like a common dog! "Chuff, chuff, chuff, chuff!"
Adding your comment:
Well, I never had a coyote pull such a stunt on me, but I'm absolutely positive that a cat of mine sent several messages that I could not account for. 
Good one, Lita. 
Trickster)
