“You are a lonely child, but you mustn’t think of that,” said his grandmother, and she began to cry.
“To-morrow will you fill my sack full of pounded seeds?” asked the boy.
“You can’t eat all I give you; you must waste it,” said his grandmother, “but you shall have all you want.”
The little boy could eat a great deal; he ate the pounded seed his brother brought and that afternoon he cried for more. The elder boy made five straw rings to shoot at and roll around to amuse the little fellow. The next day, when the child began to cry for more seeds his brother went home, and said: “Grandmother, you must give me more pounded seeds. I shot my arrow up, and when it was coming down to hit me on the head, I ran away and it hit my sack and spilt all the seeds.”
“You must be more careful,” said his grandmother.
“You told me you would give me all I wanted to eat.” [[102]]
“Yes, but you must not waste things.”
She filled a willow pan, and told him to go away before any one saw him.
When night came, the boy gave his brother his bow and arrows, covered him with grass, and went home, crying.
“What is the matter?” asked his grandmother.