Oh, I was hungry. I stood outside my hut, howling with hunger. I was ready to eat anything, even my own child. Then who do I see coming towards me out of the forest but a man. Not much meat on him, but enough to quiet my groaning belly.
“It is well that you have come, for it has been a long time since I’ve eaten,” I said to the man. “I’ll have you for supper.”
I expected him to at least flinch, but he stood straight as a young tree and said, “I’d rather you didn’t. I don’t like to be eaten; but if you have a wish to eat, I have quite enough here to satisfy you.”
“If that be true, then rest easy,” I said. “I was only going to devour you because I had nothing else to eat.”
To be honest, I’m not that fond of human flesh. I would prefer to have a man join me for supper rather than be my supper. The fellow had an endless supply of food in his bag, and after we had a good meal, he asked me directions to the castle of Stromberg. I’d never heard of it, and so I consulted my maps. Couldn’t find the place, even on the oldest maps in the cupboards upstairs, so we waited for my brother to come home.