Where had my grandson gone? I searched for him everywhere. While I was searching, I went to Mink’s cottage to buy some sea urchins’ eggs. As soon as I got inside, I saw the wolf skin which I guessed belonged to my grandson.
“I knew he was dead – I knew it! I knew it!” I cried. I wept and howled. Mink told me that if I needed to make so much racket, I ought to go do it outside. Half-blinded by my tears, I limped home and flung myself down before the fire.
My old husband was there with his friends, and he asked me why I was weeping. I told him that Mink had killed our grandson. The old wolves promised to avenge him, but it took them a long time to decide how. One proposed this and the another proposed that. They finally agreed that they would try to trap Mink by inviting him to a party. I won’t say I was enthused about the plan. The old wolves were likely to forget what they were doing once the party got started.