Once Coyote went out looking for trouble. He found a village that was empty, except for one woman. One very attractive woman.
“Where are your friends?” asked Coyote.
“They have gone to find food. Stay a while. We can have fun!”
Coyote talked and talked. She wanted fun, not talking. Coyote was up for that too. But he was still Coyote, so he looked first and what he saw frightened him. There was gnashing and wailing. She had teeth in her vulva!
“Oh, no,” thought Coyote, “this is Vulva Woman! She’ll bite my penis off. I need to do something.” Coyote thought fast and pushed a stick into Vulva Woman. Her teeth chewed it to splinters and spit them out. Coyote pushed in a lump of clay. Her teeth gritted and ground and spit it out. Coyote pushed in a good-sized rock. Her teeth cracked and broke. Her teeth fell out of her vulva, all but one little stump.
“Now I am vulnerable,” said Vulva Woman. “I have no way to protect myself. Stay with me and I will give you someplace warm to stay.”
Coyote stayed a while, long enough. But he knew she could still be dangerous. There was no one coming back with food, and Coyote needed food more than a woman. So he left when he was done with her. He’d found trouble enough for once.