That’s a lie.
“That,” he said to no one, “is fire water .” The People of the Sweet Springs kept the fire water in clay jars sealed with pine pitch. They said it was not for drinking—not really. It was for visions. For ceremonies. For speaking to the Grandfathers who lived beyond the Milky Way. Coyote-s Tale. Fire Water
But Coyote, clever and crooked as a juniper branch, had other plans. That’s a lie
“You’re drunk, brother,” said Badger. It was for visions
Coyote’s Tale: The First Sip of Fire Water
He went back three times. Each time, he told himself: This time I’ll control it. And each time, the fire water controlled him—until the stars turned into needles, and his own howl sounded like a stranger.
“I feel like I gave birth to one,” groaned Coyote.