Tsmuk heard this and it made him mad. He screamed to his wife: “Put that man off by himself! He smells badly; he will spoil all our seeds and roots!” Wus didn’t listen to his father-in-law. He said: “I wonder if I could find any game if I went hunting?” “My brothers hunt,” said his wife, “but they never catch anything.” Wus didn’t want to hunt; he wanted to torment his father-in-law. As soon as he was a little way from the house, he turned into a fox. One of his brothers-in-law was outside; he saw the fox, and called: “Look! a fox is coming.” Old Tsmuk said: “That is not a fox; that is your brother-in-law. You see what kind of a man he is!” And he scolded the son who had been at Wus’ house. Wus caught a sackful of mice, carried them to the house, and sent his mother-in-law outside to roast them. “What smells so badly?” asked old Tsmuk. “Mother is roasting mice,” said the youngest son. “Are you going to eat mice?” the second brother asked the youngest. “Yes. Are you going to stay with father?” “No,” said the second brother. “I don’t like his way.” “Then you must eat some of those mice.” They ate together. Wus spoke to his father-in-law, but the old man didn’t answer. “Are you going to be mad all the time?” asked Wus. “Yes,” said old Tsmuk. “I don’t want you for a son-in-law. I think you are bad; that you are dirty.” “Why do you think so?” “Because you are not a person; you are not a man.” Wus asked again: “Are you going to be mad all the time?” “Yes. You have no sense. I don’t like you; you smell badly.” Wus asked the third time: “Are you going to be mad all the time?” “Yes. I want you to go to your own place; I hate you.” “In which direction can you see farthest?” asked Wus. “I can see far off in any direction I like.” “What do you see when you look straight east?” asked Wus. Old Tsmuk looked toward the east. That moment Wus made a great wind come from the west. The old man’s body melted like snow, and right away he turned into a black cloud, and the wind blew him off toward the east. Wus said: “Hereafter, old man, you will have no sense. You will no longer be a person. You will be darkness, and people will sleep when you come; but I shall never sleep when you are here. I shall sleep in the daytime and travel when you come. People will call you Tsmuk, and will do evil when you are around. They will steal, and will kill one another, for you are bad, and will give them bad thoughts. I asked you three times if you were mad, asked you not to be mad.” The son said to his father: “From quarreling with my brother-in-law you are no longer a person. I thought you had power, but you hadn’t. You were calling Wus what you were yourself. I don’t care for you any longer. I like Wus.”