This is a traditional story from the Chippewa.

Coyote was walking along a lake and saw a flock of ducks, which put him in the mood for a good duck dinner.  So he stuffed a bag full of grass and walked past the ducks, stepping lively and singing a catchy tune.

"Where are you going?" asked one of the ducks.
"I am going to a circle," replied Coyote.
"What's in the bag?" asked the duck.
"Songs that I am bringing to the circle," replied Coyote.
"Oh, please sing your songs for us," the ducks all said.
"I'm very busy"
"Please please please please ...."
"I'm running late ..."
"Please please please please...."

"Oh, alright. I'll sing a song for you, but I need your help.  All of you stand in three lines.  The fattest ones in the front, those in the middle who are neither fat nor thin, and the thin ones in back.  All of you close your eyes and dance and sing as loud as you can.  Don't anyone open your eyes or stop singing, because my songs are very powerful and if you do that you may go blind! Is everyone ready?"

"We are!" replied the ducks, and they fell into lines and began dancing and singing along with Coyote's tune.

Coyote moved up and down the line, thumping the ducks on the head and stuffing them into his bag.  The ducks were singing and dancing so hard that no one could hear the thumps or know what was happening.

This would have gone on till none were left, if not for one scraggly duck in the back who opened his eyes and saw what was going on.  "Hey, he's going to get us all!" cried the scraggly one.

At this, the other surviving ducks opened their eyes and made their getaway.

Coyote wasn't too upset; he already had a lot of ducks in his bag.  He went home and ate good for a good while.

The ducks went home and mourned their dead, and gave thanks to The Great Duck that one of them had been wise enough to open his eyes, and that the rest of them had been wise enough to listen to the one who gave warning.

Coyote passed a lake and saw a flock of ducks, and had in mind duck dinner. He bragged to them of his songs and of the powerful circles he ran in. The ducks had heard of him; they'd heard he had great powers. They were so honored that someone like him would come to them.  They all tried to get close to him.  They begged him to sing for them.  So he arranged them into levels, a hierarchy for his convenience.  He got them to close their eyes and sing and dance to his tune. Then he started thumping them over the heads and stuffing them into his bag.

"Hey, he's killing us all!" warned a scraggly one in the back.

But these were New Age ducks.  So they said, "Just surround us all with white light, and we'll be protected, and everything will be for the good." and they kept dancing while Coyote kept stuffing his bag.

"I'm outta here!" said the scraggly duck, and took to wing.  But he loved his people so much that he circled overhead a few times, shouting warnings.  A storm came up out of nowhere. Rocks began to rise from the ground toward him.  Finally he flew away on the wind.  His eyes flashed. He shed a tear for his people, and his tear fell with the rain.

The New Age ducks glanced at the scraggly one as he circled and left. "So negative! So judgmental! It is easy enough to see problems, let's focus on what's good!"  A few even threw stones at the scraggly one, hoping he'd shut up or go away, or both.  And they all kept on dancing in the rain with their eyes closed, while Coyote stuffed his bag.

A few ducks took a peek at what was going on and thought about leaving. But they stayed because they had no one else to sing for them and no where else to dance, and because their friends were staying.  It was true that Coyote had thumped a few fat ones in the front, but he handn't thumped the ones in the back.  So they decided to stay and work with Coyote and hope that he'd come around.

Coyote picked up ducks as easy as picking up sticks from the ground. The lightning came close. Coyote found that he sometimes he could just say the word and the ducks would make like it was a great honor to jump into his bag! Soon he had so many ducks that he had to call his friends to help him carry them away.

There was peace in the Coyote camp that night, for all bellies were full, and all were one.

There was peace, too, in the New Age Duck camp that night, for there was no one left to mourn.