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Springing to his feet, Iktomi began at once to tighten the belt about his waist. "My friend Ikto, I cannot run a race with you! I am not a swift runner, and you are nimble as a deer. We shall not run any race together," answered the hungry muskrat. For a moment Iktomi stood with a hand on his long protruding chin. His eyes were fixed upon something in the air.
However, on this occasion, he did not answer "Yes, my friend." He realized that Iktomi's flattering tongue had made him foolish. He turned up his nose at Iktomi, now almost out of sight, as much as to say: "Oh, no, Ikto; I do not hear your words!" Soon there came a murmur of voices. The sound of laughter grew louder and louder. All of a sudden it became hushed.
Won't you mark my face with brown, brown spots just like yours?" asked Iktomi, always eager to be like other people. "Yes. I can dig the ground and fill it with dry grass and sticks. If you will jump into the pit, I'll cover you with sweet smelling grass and cedar wood," answered the fawn. "Say," interrupted Ikto, "will you be sure to cover me with a great deal of dry grass and twigs?
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