The next day when they awoke, the sun was already high and shone down hot into the tree. Then the little brother said, “Little Sister, I am thirsty. If I knew of a little brook I would go and take a drink. I think I hear one running.” The little brother got up and took the little sister by the hand, and they set off to find the brook. But the wicked stepmother was a Witch, and had seen how the two children had gone away. She had crept after them, as Witches do creep, and had bewitched all the brooks in the forest. Now, when they found a little brook leaping brightly over the stones, the little brother was going to drink out of it, but the little sister heard how it said as it ran: “_Who drinks of me, a Tiger be! Who drinks of me, a Tiger be!_” Then the little sister cried, “Pray, dear little Brother, do not drink, or you will become a wild beast, and tear me to pieces.” The little brother did not drink, although he was so thirsty, but said, “I will wait for the next spring.” When they came to the next brook, the little sister heard this say: “_Who drinks of me, a wild Wolf be! Who drinks of me, a wild Wolf be!_” Then the little sister cried out, “Pray, dear little Brother, do not drink, or you will become a Wolf, and devour me.” The little brother did not drink, and said, “I will wait until we come to the next spring, but then I must drink, say what you like; for my thirst is too great.” And when they came to the third brook, the little sister heard how it said as it ran: “_Who drinks of me, a Roebuck be! Who drinks of me, a Roebuck be!_” The little sister said, “Oh, I pray you, dear little Brother, do not drink, or you will become a Roe, and run away from me.” But the little brother had knelt by the brook, and had bent down and drunk some of the water. And as soon as the first drops touched his lips, he lay there a young Roe. And now the little sister wept over her poor bewitched little brother, and the little Roe wept also, and sat sorrowfully near to her. But at last the girl said, “Be quiet, dear little Roe, I will never, never leave you.” Then she untied her golden garter and put it round the Roe’s neck, and she plucked rushes and wove them into a soft cord. With this she tied the little animal and led it on; and she walked deeper and deeper into the forest. And when they had gone a very long way, they came to a little house. The girl looked in; and as it was empty, she thought, “We can stay here and live.”