I liked the fellow. He smelled like a living man, but he didn’t have the smell of fear on him. No fear at all. So I let him stay in the house.
He wanted me to pluck him three golden hairs from the Devil’s head. He also wanted answers to a few questions.
It was easily done. I turned him into an ant and I told him to creep into the folds of my dress where he would be safe. Then I aired out the house so that when the Devil came home, he wouldn’t smell anything human.