[1]
Well, as Coyote was very hungry, he went on farther looking for something to eat.

[2]
By and by he heard a noise as though a lot of people were having fun.

[3]
He went toward the noise and saw a number of young Turkeys playing on a hillside.

[4]
They were climbing into a bag, and rolling each other downhill.

[5]
Coyote thought to himself,

[6]
“Now is my chance to have a good dinner!”

[7]
So he begged the Turkeys to let him get into the bag and roll downhill too.

[8]
As the birds were good-natured, they put him in the bag, and rolled him down two or three times.

[9]
Then Coyote told them that if they would all get in at once, he would roll them down hill.

[10]
So every one crawled in, and Coyote, quick as a wink, tied the mouth of the bag tight, so they could not get out.

[11]
Then he slung the bag on his back, and went home.

[12]
His four Coyote sons saw him coming, and ran to meet him.

[13]
“You see this bag?” said he. “It is full of Turkeys, young and tender. Build me a hot fire, and we will have a feast.”

[14]
They built a fire, but there was not enough wood, so Coyote had to go to the timber to fetch some.

[15]
Before he went, he said,

[16]
“Be sure not to open the bag while I am gone.”

[17]
Well, the youngest son was very curious, and as soon as Coyote was out of sight, the youngster thought he would like to see what the Turkeys were doing.

[18]
So he untied the string, and out jumped the Turkeys one and all, and flew gobbling away.

[19]
When Coyote came back with the wood, he found all the Turkeys gone, and though he beat his youngest son, they had no Turkey dinner that day.