“Because you are not a person; you are not a man.”
Wus asked again: “Are you going to be mad all the time?”
“Yes. You have no sense. I don’t like you; you smell badly.”
Wus asked the third time: “Are you going to be mad all the time?”
“Yes. I want you to go to your own place; I hate you.”
“In which direction can you see farthest?” asked Wus.
“I can see far off in any direction I like.”
“What do you see when you look straight east?” asked Wus.
Old Tsmuk looked toward the east. That moment Wus made a great wind come from the west. The old man’s body melted like snow, and right away he turned into a black cloud, and the wind blew him off toward the east. Wus said: “Hereafter, old man, you will have no sense. You will no longer be a person. You will be darkness, and people will sleep when you come; but I shall never sleep when you are here. I shall sleep in the daytime and travel when you come. People will call you Tsmuk, and will do evil when you are around. They will steal, and will kill one another, for you are bad, and will give them bad thoughts. I asked you three times if you were mad, asked you not to be mad.”
The son said to his father: “From quarreling with my brother-in-law you are no longer a person. I thought you had power, but you hadn’t. You were calling Wus what you were yourself. I don’t care for you any longer. I like Wus.”