Then he caught it, and said: “Ah! is it you who eat the work of our hands?”
He took out his knife from the sheath, and was going to cut the head of the bird off.
Then the bird said: “Please don’t kill me, and I will make some milk for you to eat.”
Masilo answered: “You must bring back the work of my hands first.”
The bird said: “Masilo’s cultivated ground, appear,” and it appeared.
Then Masilo said: “Make the milk now,” and, behold, it immediately made thick milk, which Masilo began to eat. When he was satisfied, he took the bird home. As he approached his house, he put the bird in his bag.
When he entered his house, he said to his wife, “Wash all the largest beer pots which are in the house,” but his wife was angry on account of her hunger, and she answered: “What have you to put in such large pots?” [[43]]
Masilo said to her: “Just hear me, and do as I command you, then you will see.”
When she was ready with the pots, Masilo took his bird out of his bag, and said: “Make milk for my children to eat.”
Then the bird filled all the beer pots with milk.