“No, you are not satisfied,” said Otter. He took more fish and placed them in the flat dish, eating rapidly as before. Brant could only hit his bill against the side of the dish.
When the Ancient of Brants was departing, he said to Otter, “Come to see me tomorrow.”
When Otter reached the house of the Ancient of Brants the next day, Brant cried, “Halloo! I have nothing at all to give you to eat! Sit down!”
Then the Ancient of Brants went fishing, using a “leather vine” which he jerked now and then to straighten it. He caught many fish and took them home to cook them. When the fish were cooked, they began to feast. But the Ancient of Brants had put some into a small round dish. Ancient of Otters could not get his mouth into the dish. But Brant ate rapidly.
“Have you eaten enough?” Brant asked, after a while.
Otter replied, “Yes, I am satisfied.”
“Nonsense!” said the Ancient of Brants. “How could you possibly be satisfied! I have served you as you served me.”
But this ended their friendship.