The Rabbit, although he went to untie him, kept going past him a little on one side. Then he made a rush with his head bent down and his arm stretched out, and cut the bowstring with his knife. And the Sun rose into the sky. But Rabbit had the hair between his shoulders scorched yellow by the heat of the Sun as he stooped and cut the bowstring. Then Rabbit arrived at his lodge.
“I am burnt. Oh, grandmother! the heat has left nothing of me,” he said.
Grandmother said, “Oh, my grandchild! I think the heat has left to me nothing of him!”
From that time Rabbit has always had a singed spot upon his back, between his shoulders.
HOW RABBIT KILLED THE GIANT
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When Rabbit was going on a journey, he came to a certain village. The people said, “Halloo! Rabbit has come as a visitor.”
On meeting him, they said, “Whom did you come to see?”