The little dwarf hid the spoon and went to the door. There stood a very ugly old dwarf. His name was Cross-Patch. All the dwarfs in the wood were afraid of him.
He stamped his foot now and said,
“I have come to get the magic spoon;
Better give it to me soon;
Be it morning, night, or noon,
Will you give up the magic spoon?”
Then the first little dwarf shook his head and cried,
“I do not give my spoon away;
You’d better call another day!”
Cross-Patch said,