He crawled to the forbidden room and poured over himself the water that was in the pitcher marked Water of Life. But it wasn’t the Water of Life at all, it was the Water of Death, and so it didn’t help his wicked old cracked head at all. In fact it just made it worse and worse and worse.
Lisa and her sisters were never again troubled by him nor was any one else that lived on the shores of that lake.
“Wonder what’s become of wicked old Wetehinen?” people began saying.
Lisa thought she knew but she didn’t tell.
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The Story of the Hero Who Released the Sun