"My bad boys have got into trouble," he cried. "I must go and see what they are doing."
So he went up the mountain and found the two boys standing by the opening. Not an animal nor a bird was to be seen.
Their father was very angry. Without a word he went into the cave and kicked off the covers of four jars. Out swarmed wasps, hornets, gnats, flies, mosquitoes, and all manner of stinging and biting insects and bugs.
The boys screamed with pain. They rolled over and over on the ground, trying to brush off their tormentors.
Their father looked on until he thought they had been punished enough. Then he spoke.
"See what you have done, you rascals. Always before you have had enough to eat without working for it. Whenever you were hungry, all I had to do was to come up here and take home anything your mother wanted to cook.
"After this when you want a deer to eat, you will have to hunt all over the woods for it, and then may not find one.
"Now you may go and take care of yourselves."
