But as soon as the rabbit had gone out of the tent, the grouse girls began to cry out:
“Grandmother, let us out.”
“Who are you?” asked the old woman.
“Your dear grandchildren,” they answered.
“But how came you in the bag?” asked the old woman.
“Oh, our cousin was jesting with us. He coaxed us in the bag for a joke. Please let us out.”
“Certainly, dear grandchildren, I will let you out,” said the old woman as she untied the bag: and lo, the grouse flock with achuck-a-chuck-achuck flew up, knocking over the old grandmother and flew out of the square smoke opening of the winter lodge. The old woman caught only one grouse as it flew up and held it, grasping a leg with each hand.
When the rabbit came home with the spits she called out to him:
“Grandson, come quick. They got out but I have caught two.”
When he saw what had happened he was quite angry, yet could not keep from laughing.