“You have done wrong. Let it alone,” Giant said.
“What have I done wrong?” asked Rabbit. “When one kills game, he cuts it up and makes an equal distribution of the pieces.”
“Let it alone, I say,” said the Giant.
But Rabbit continued to insert the knife in the meat.
“I will blow that thing into the air,” said the Giant.
“Blow me into the air! Blow me into the air!” said Rabbit.
So the Giant went closer to him, and when he blew at him the Rabbit went up into the air with his fur blown apart. Striding past, the Giant seized the deer, put it through his belt, and departed. That was his custom. He took all the deer that were killed, hung them on his belt, and took them to his lodge. He was a very tall person.
At night Rabbit wandered around, and at last went all around the Giant’s lodge. He seized an insect and said to it, “Oh, insect! You shall go and bite the Giant right in the side.”
At length when it was morning, it was said the Giant was ill. Then he died.
The people said, “Make a village for Rabbit!”