"Be off, young man!" she warned him, "or the Tiger when he comes home will eat you!"
"No!" said the Youngest Brother, "now I'm here I'm going to stay for I have a question to ask the Tiger."
The Tiger's wife was making bread. When the dough was ready to go into the oven, she leaned over the glowing embers of the fire and began to brush them aside with her body.
"Stop!" the Youngest Brother cried. "You will burn yourself!"
"But how else can I brush aside the glowing embers?" the Tiger's wife asked.
"I'll show you."
The Youngest Brother cut a branch from a tree outside and fashioned it into a rough broom. Then he showed the Tiger's wife how to use it.
"Ah!" she said gratefully, "before this always when I've baked bread I've been sick for ten days afterwards. Now I shall be sick no more for you have taught me how to use a broom. In return let me hide you in a dark corner and when the Tiger comes home I'll tell him how kind you have been and perhaps he will not eat you."
So she hid the Youngest Brother in a dark corner and when the Tiger came home she met him and said: