“Some,” I acknowledge, remembering the stories Coyote liked to tell me about the creation of the world. “I know that the First World was a red world, inhabited by insect people. Beetle, dragonfly—” “Locusts.” “—locusts. But they screwed up their world and were forced to flee to the Second World, the Blue World.” “And what made them flee?” “Uh . . .” “Floods. A storm.” “So this White Locust guy fits in how?” “When the Air-Surface People escaped the First World and traveled to the Second World, they sent out scouts to try to find a place to live. One of those
