Tusasás said: “Little boy, I am glad you brought me a cane; I will sing for it.”
Blaiwas said: “You shouldn’t make fun of that boy; let him alone.”
“If we let him alone, he will kill us all,” said Tusasás.
The man who killed the boy’s father tied feathers in the boy’s hair to make fun of him, and said: “I want to eat you, but if I don’t eat you, you will have to carry water for me.”
Tusasás said: “He is mine; I will make him work when he is a little larger.”
Everywhere the boy went they made fun of him because he was so small. One night he said: “Grandmother, I want you to fix my head.” She shaved off all of his hair but one tuft on the top of his head; that she braided, and it stuck up straight. She painted his head and his face red.
“Haven’t I any name?” asked the boy.
“No,” said his grandmother. “You have never given yourself a name.”
“Call me Sápkokis” (the name of the twist of hair on top of his head). “And call me by my name every time I come in or go out; it will make me stronger each time I hear it.”
The next night he stuck his medicine cane over the place where he slept, took down his tula cane, and said to his grandmother: [[368]]“I am going to the place where they make fun of me. If my medicine cane falls, it will be a sign that I am in trouble.”