The wolf and her young ones played with the empty boxes when the meat was gone; they broke them all, then ran toward the oak tree.
“Don’t go there; the tree may fall on you!” said Menabozho.
“Come, children,” said the wolf, “use your noses and you will find more food.”
They found the moose fat in the other boxes. Wolves can eat all the time. These wolves ate up the sweet moose fat, and Menabozho fought with the trees to get out of the trap they made for him. He [[232]]tried to pull up the tree he was in by the roots, but he could not do it with one hand.
When the wolves were done eating, a great wind came and blew the trees apart. Menabozho came down the tree very fast, but the wolf and her young ones were very strong from their good dinner. They ran away where no one could find them.
Menabozho liked to play tricks on everything. He did not like it when they played tricks on him, and now he had no meat nor fat. There was only the moose head left.
He put his head into the moose head to eat the meat. He could not get out, and there he was caught again in a trap, and this time he could not see, but he could use his arms and feet.
“I don’t care,” said Menabozho. “It is a good trick. I will get away.”
He ran against a tree. Menabozho put his arm around the tree and said: “What is your name, Brother Tree?”
“My name is White Oak,” was the answer.