“What smells so badly?” asked old Tsmuk.
“Mother is roasting mice,” said the youngest son.
“Are you going to eat mice?” the second brother asked the youngest.
“Yes. Are you going to stay with father?”
“No,” said the second brother. “I don’t like his way.”
“Then you must eat some of those mice.”
They ate together. Wus spoke to his father-in-law, but the old man didn’t answer.
“Are you going to be mad all the time?” asked Wus.
“Yes,” said old Tsmuk. “I don’t want you for a son-in-law. I think you are bad; that you are dirty.” [[134]]
“Why do you think so?”