After the fire had burned for a long time and the grease was cooked out of the fat meat, Oshda and Docas took one of the kettles off the fire. They brought it over by the edge of the first hole and tipped it on its side. Pantu and Colla wanted to see what was going on, so they crowded up close.
“Look out! The grease is very hot. It will burn you if you are not careful,” said Docas. So Pantu and Colla stepped back.
Then Docas and Oshda began to pour the hot grease into the hole. They poured until the hole was full; then they carried the kettle on to the next hole.
“What are you pouring the grease out on the ground for?” asked Pantu.
“So that it may get hard and we shall have a cake of tallow to sell,” answered Docas.
Next morning Pantu and Colla woke up very early. As soon as breakfast was over, they ran out to look at the grease in the holes. Pantu could run faster than Colla, so he got there first.
“Somebody has taken out the grease and put in some white stuff,” he said.
Colla took up a long stick. She stood off a little way and poked the white stuff with one end of the stick.
“It doesn’t move. It’s hard,” she said. She poked harder, but still nothing happened. Then Colla went close to the hole, stretched out her arm, and touched the white stuff with the tip of her finger. “It feels greasy anyway, if it doesn’t look like grease,” said she.
Pantu came up also and touched it. “It’s cold, too. Perhaps it is the grease and the cold has made it like this. You know Oshda said the grease would harden,” he said.