By Derrick Jensen
The other night I walked outside to shit in the woods. While I was squatting with my dog happily lapping up my leavings, the sky opened up and started to talk to me, just like when I was a boy. The coyote came and they spoke to me again. I said, “What do you want? I don’t have any chickens anymore, I don’t know what to give you.” They coyote looked at me, and then it loped back into the woods.