The last painting I had drawn by from my Native American Myths I made up to support my campaign.

The most prominent story is a mural painted, carved and inlaid into the central part of the trunk, wrapping around. Finding the beginning isn't hard to do, as the whole tree seems to focus on that point. The dim light of the fire outside highlights the segment, showing a large crevasse ripped into the earth, and bleeding out, almost like lava and little markings indicating life scrambling away. There is a picture of a coyote leading men, the small crafty doglike thing showing man the way to life and to death. The bleeding earth coalesces into blackness and then to the night sky, spreading out covering mother moon in the sky above.

The earth is dark and frightening, and yet the coyote leads onward, stealing the sun from the night sky and placing it above to light man's way. Next the night tries to steal the water, colouring it black as oil. The coyote first tricks the trees to drink it up, but they turn to ash and dust, so instead he begs the great mother earth to take it back into her womb, and she does.

Next the night tries to take man, painting him black as midnight, and the man harms his wife and child, before the coyote eats him, and then night itself, freeing mother moon. The coyote is ill and is lead by mother moon to hide in great mother earth's womb, and inside it he keeps man safe.

The carving ends here, showing the coyote's stomach bloated and sick, and man above the ground, beginning to grow. Thus ends the story.