Toxic Bliss (3)

   
   "Toxic Bliss (3)"
    
   Simon braved the daymarish day; next, endured with little solace, brushing his father's teeth, feeding him peaches and chocolate ice cream; then, changing his steaming diaper, offering the sanctuary of a cleansing wipe, carried him to bed with his own weak gut and mind; furthermore, said a HAIL MARY and made the sign of the cross over him, hoping the garnet under his pillow would bring a higher level of cognizance and mobility.  Exhausted, Simon collapsed into his own bed, gave an ACT OF CONTRITION to God, and felt a glowing glimmer atop his forehead, and he was in the uncanny Otherworld.   A coyote, all white with one blue and one yellow eye approached, the Canis Latrans introduced itself as Frankie, it was in a glacial pasture, Northwards.   
    
FRANKIE
Don't touch anything unless invited.  Too, don't follow me.  The American Indian recognizes the Totem of trickster; nevertheless, more--stealing fire to gift to man, hiding our death in our tails.  You can't kill the coyote.  We thrive under negativity.  So must you. I will guide you to the Otherworld upon death--this is no trick.  You saved me Simon.  You brought God to your father, as the coyote will bring Grandfather, that Great Spirit to the people.

SIMON
What do I do now?

FRANKIE
Don't be sad.  Don't engage melancholy.  Adapt.  And we have the best digestive tracts on Terra's surface.  Toxic waste or an omnivorous diet, whatever, we give the Earth blessed scat.