Some days later, the rabbit dressed up in pretty clothes and lay in wait for
the raccoon. When the raccoon appeared,
she said to him: "I need to carry this firewood to the mountains but my legs
are hurting. Would you be so kind as to carry it for me?" The raccoon decided
to show off to the rabbit and hoisted the load onto his back.
The rabbit then began to strike her flint. The raccoon, unable to see because
of the heavy load on his back, asked, "Hey, what's that scratching noise?"
The rabbit replied, "It's the sound of the screechy birds from the screechy
mountain." Finally, the rabbit ignited the flame and lit the firewood.
The fire whooshed upward in a roar.
The raccoon asked, "Hey, rabbit, what is that cackling sound?"
The rabbit answered, "It's the sound of the cackling birds from the cackling
mountain."
At last, the flame burned through the wood and reached the raccoon's back.
"Ah! Help me!" cried the raccoon. Frightened and scorched, he turned and fled.