…Buffalo trampled the grass and tore up the earth with his front hoofs but when he looked for Field-Mouse he was nowhere to be found.
‘That’s put an end to him,’ thought Buffalo.
Just then he felt a scratching in his right ear, so he shook his head as hard as he could and twitched his ears to and fro.
But the scratching in his ear became a gnawing which went deeper and deeper until he was mad with pain.
Buffalo pawed with his hoofs and tore up the sod with his horns. Bellowing, loudly, he ran as fast as he could in circles but at last he stopped and stood still, trembling.
Out from his ear jumped Field-Mouse and said, “Will you now admit that I am master?”
“Never!” bellowed Buffalo and again charged at Field-Mouse in an attempt to trample him under-hoof.
But the little fellow again disappeared and moments later Buffalo felt a scratching in his left ear. Once again he was driven mad with pain and he ran about the meadow in a frenzy, sometimes leaping high in the air. At last he fell to the ground and lay stock still.
Field-Mouse crept out of his ear and stood proudly on his dead body.
“Hi-Ho,” he said I have killed the greatest of beasts, “this will prove to all my master-ship.”
Field-Mouse began to call lout loudly for a knife to dress his game…