Ivashko came, and she took the fish, and seized the boy and carried him home with her. When she arrived she said to her daughter Alenka,[209] "Heat the stove as hot as you can, and bake Ivashko well, while I go and collect my friends for the feast." So Alenka heated the stove hot, ever so hot, and said to Ivashko, "Come here and sit on this shovel!" "I'm still very young and foolish," answered Ivashko: "I haven't yet quite got my wits about me. Please teach me how one ought to sit on a shovel." "Very good," said Alenka; "it won't take long to teach you." But the moment she sat down on the shovel, Ivashko instantly pitched her into the oven, slammed to the iron plate in front of it, ran out of the hut, shut the door, and hurriedly climbed up ever so high an oak-tree [which stood close by]. Presently the witch arrived with her guests and knocked at the door of the hut. But nobody opened it for her. "Ah! that cursed Alenka!" she cried. "No doubt she's gone off somewhere to amuse herself." Then she slipped in through the window, opened the door, and let in her guests. They all sat down to table, and the witch opened the oven, took out Alenka's baked body, and served it up. They all ate their fill and drank their fill, and then they went out into the courtyard and began rolling about on the grass. "I turn about, I roll about, having fed on Ivashko's flesh," cried the witch. "I turn about, I roll about, having fed on Ivashko's flesh." But Ivashko called out to her from the top of the oak: "Turn about, roll about, having fed on Alenka's flesh!" "Did I hear something?" said the witch. "No it was only the noise of the leaves." Again the witch began: "I turn about, I roll about, having fed on Ivashko's flesh!" And Ivashko repeated: "Turn about, roll about, having fed on Alenka's flesh!" Then the witch looked up and saw Ivashko, and immediately rushed at the oak on which Ivashko was seated, and began to gnaw away at it. And she gnawed, and gnawed, and gnawed, until at last she smashed two front teeth. Then she ran to a forge, and when she reached it she cried, "Smith, smith! make me some iron teeth; if you don't I'll eat you!" So the smith forged her two iron teeth. The witch returned and began gnawing the oak again. She gnawed, and gnawed, and was just on the point of gnawing it through, when Ivashko jumped out of it into another tree which stood beside it. The oak that the witch had gnawed through fell down to the ground; but then she saw that Ivashko was sitting up in another tree, so she gnashed her teeth with spite and set to work afresh, to gnaw that tree also. She gnawed, and gnawed, and gnawed--broke two lower teeth, and ran off to the forge. "Smith, smith!" she cried when she got there, "make me some iron teeth; if you don't I'll eat you!"