Pitoíois and her two brothers lived together; their father and mother were dead.
Pitoíois was beautiful; she had a long neck, and her hair was black and so long that it touched the ground. She was the fastest worker in the world. She was always digging roots. With one dig she could bring up a whole basketful. In a day she dug over a large plain as though it had been ploughed. She piled up the roots, thought “I want them in my basket,” and they were there.
Pitoíois’ brothers were great hunters; while she was digging roots, they were hunting for deer, but they never got out of sight of their sister, for they thought Wus might come and bother her.
Wus was always watching Pitoíois, but he didn’t go near her; he was afraid of her brothers.
One day Pitoíois’ brothers asked: “Are you through digging roots in the places we found for you?”
“Yes, I am ready for another place. Are there many places around here?”
“There are a few more. Are you tired?” asked the elder brother.
“I am not tired, but I’m afraid; I always feel that somebody is looking at me.”
“Who are you afraid of?” asked her brother.
“Of Wus. I know that he is watching me all the time.”