Again, I’ve tried to adapt this tale as faithfully as possible, as Coyote does indeed approach Owlwoman and join her on the quest for more delicious human flesh. I’ve made only one departure from the original text: I’m fairly certain that Peter Coyote does not actually have a hook for a hand. I think. Author: [...]
This comic is fairly faithful, insofar as the original text says that “Meadowlark” helps the chipmunk hide. I’m nothing if not a stickler for accuracy. Author: Mourning Dove / Date of Publication: 1933 / Source: Wikipedia
Enter the Owlwoman. She likes to eat children, and frequently carries them around on her back, presumably so she’ll have a snack during those long road trips. In this instance, she’s found a young chipmunk in a tree, and tries (rather poorly) to convince said chipmunk to come down. You’d think a woman that’s half [...]
I’ve linked to a copy of this story below, but it’s not nearly as good as the multiple translations presented in the American Norton, which makes me a bit sad. I couldn’t really find a good version online. In any event, yes, we’ve returned to the wacky world of Native American Mythology. I’m not sure [...]
In first grade, I played Squanto in our school’s Thanksgiving play. I WAS AWESOME. There’s a lot more to “Of Plymouth Plantation” in the Anthology, but honestly, the Pilgrims get really boring after the first Thanksgiving. You’ll pardon me if I just skip the rest and call it day. Coming up next: more Native American [...]
Myles Standish seemed to be immune to the ills that befell everyone else in the camp. He either had the world’s strongest immune system, or he had a stash of oranges and beer. Fun History Fact: Beer was frequently safer to drink than water because of the bacteria. Now you know, and knowing is half [...]
The Pilgrims’ luck finally ran out when winter hit, taking out something like 2/3 of their party. That’s a lot of bodies just lying around in the snow, and the ground was probably too hard to bury the poor bastards. I’ll just assume they set everyone on fire like Darth Vader. Author: William Bradford / [...]
Say what you will about the Pilgrims (and I will – seriously, they were all douchecanoes), but they were a hardy, determined folk. Honestly, the last panel isn’t even a joke: the Pilgrims simply refused to die. They wouldn’t allow it. Somehow, no matter what tried to kill them – and believe me, lots of [...]
The Pilgrims were… how to put this delicately… um… douchebags. In this particular instance, a hardy sailor is poking some fun at the Pilgrims for the ease with which they get sea-sickness. Shortly thereafter, Bradford gives God the credit for killing the sailor, and notes how pleased all the Pilgrims were with his death. I [...]
