They went into the wood, Flann and Morag, and the Little Red Hen was under Morag’s arm. They thought they would hide behind trees until they heard the coming of the Pooka and his horse. But they were not far in the wood when they heard Crom Duv coming towards his house. He came towards them with the iron spike in his hand. Flann and Morag ran. Then from tree to tree Crom Duv chased them, shouting and snorting and smashing down branches with the iron spike in his hand. Morag and Flann came to a stream, and as they ran along its bank they heard the trampling and panting of a horse coming towards them. Up it came, a great black horse with a sweeping mane. “Halt, Pooka,” said Flann in a commanding voice. The black horse halted and the Pooka that was its rider slipped down to its tail. Flann held the snorting horse and Morag got on its back. Then Flann sprang up between Morag and the horse’s head. Crom Duv was just beside them. “Away, Pooka, away,” said Flann, and the horse started through the wood like the wind of March. And then Crom Duv blew on the horn that was across his breast and the Bull of the Mound bellowed in answer. As they went by the mound the Bull charged down and its horns tossed the tail of the Pooka’s horse. The Bull turned and swept after them with his head down and hot breath coming out of his nostrils. And when they were in the hollow he was on the height, and when they were on the height he was in the hollow. And a hollow or a height behind his Bull came Crom Duv himself. Then the breath of the Bull became hot upon Morag and Flann and the Pooka. “Oh, what shall we do now?” said Morag to the Pooka who was hanging on to the horse’s tail, his little face all twisted up with fear. “Put your hand into my horse’s ear and fling behind what you will find there,” said the Pooka, his teeth chattering. Flann put his hand into the horse’s right ear and found a twig of ash. He flung it behind them. Instantly a tangled wood sprang up. They heard the Bull driving through the tangle of the wood and they heard Crom Duv shouting as he smashed his way through the brakes and branches. But the Bull and the man got through the wood and again they began to gain on the Pooka’s horse. Again the breath of the Bull became hot upon them. “Oh, Pooka, what shall we do now?” said Morag. “Put your hand into my horse’s ear and fling behind what you will find there,” said the Pooka, his teeth chattering with fear as he held on to his horse’s tail. Flann put his hand into the horse’s left ear and he found a bubble of water. He flung it behind them. Instantly it spread out as a lake and as they rode on, the lake waters spread behind them.