“You’re drunk, brother,” said Badger.
“That,” he said to no one, “is fire water .” The People of the Sweet Springs kept the fire water in clay jars sealed with pine pitch. They said it was not for drinking—not really. It was for visions. For ceremonies. For speaking to the Grandfathers who lived beyond the Milky Way. Coyote-s Tale. Fire Water
He waited until the Moon ducked behind a cloud. Then he crept into the village, stole a gourd, and lapped up the fire water until his belly swelled like a toad’s throat. “You’re drunk, brother,” said Badger
“That’s the fire water,” said the crow. “It promised you wings. It gave you stones.” ” said Badger. “That