… Skunk came to a longhouse, and recognised the people there as those who pushed his musk-sac back into the river in repulsion, he said to those people, “I am on my way from the camp of the Clever Fellows, but I will stop awhile and sing you some of their songs.”
The people gathered around in readiness and expectation of the power songs and Skunk sprayed them with his musk. He made them pungent and foul to the taste for these were the plant people like celery, and ginseng and garlic.
Skunk went on up the valley and saw another longhouse.
He recognised these people as those who had tried to to recover his musk-sac for him.
“I am just on my way from the camp of the Clever Fellows,” he said to them.
The people gathered around.
He danced and sang for them and they watched enraptured.
Skunk continued on his way up the valley.
Rice-Bird spied him and played dead for fear of attack.
“Oh, Brother,” said Skunk seeing the dead Rice-Bird, “those Clever Fellows have killed you in their envy for your ostentatious pomp,” he was eyeing the beads around Rice-Bird’s neck, “such a proud one should always be wary of such victimisation.”
Just then Wolf came dashing down the valley.
Skunk quickly hid Rice-Bird in his back pack and laid on the ground so Wolf wouldn’t see…
to be continued