Sanja. He’ll not eat an old woman like me. Tee-hee-hee! [They hear a terrible noise. Ogre comes.]
Third Lord Jizu. Here comes the ogre. Get behind me. Be quick!
Ogre. [Deep voice.] Good morning, Lord Jizu! I smell meat.
Third Lord Jizu. Good morning, Ogre. Is it not dumpling that you smell? I saw one pass along this road a little while ago.
Ogre. No, indeed. It is not dumpling. What I smell is meat.
Third Lord Jizu. I do not smell it. Are you sure it is not rice dumpling? It seems to me that I smell a little of it about you.
Ogre. That is not strange. I saw the dumpling rolling my way. I caught it and ate it. It was good. I wish I had the one who made it. What I smell now is meat, meat, meat; juicy, young, tender. [Sanja bursts out laughing.]
Sanja. Tee-hee-hee! Tee-hee-hee!
Ogre. [Seeing Sanja.] Who are you?
Sanja. I am the one who made the dumpling. Tee-hee-hee! Why did you eat it?