"We shall," said they, "cause this great plain to stand thick with corn for you every year, and that without ploughing or sowing." "I will not give up Iubdan for that," said Fergus.

"Then we shall do you a mischief," said the Wee Folk.
That night every calf in the Province of Ulster got access to its dam, and in the morn there was no milk to be had for man or child, for the cows were sucked dry.
Then said the Wee Folk to Fergus, "This night, unless we get Iubdan, we shall defile every well and lake and river in Ulster." "That is a trifle," said Fergus, "and ye shall not get Iubdan." The Wee Folk carried out this threat, and once more they came and demanded Iubdan, saying, "To-night we shall burn with fire the shaft of every mill in Ulster." "Yet not so shall ye get Iubdan," said Fergus.
This being done, they came again, saying, "We shall have vengeance unless Iubdan be delivered to us." "What vengeance ?" said Fergus.

"We shall snip off every ear of corn in thy kingdom," said they.

"Even so," replied Fergus, "I shall not deliver Iubdan." So the Wee Folk snipped off every ear of standing corn in Ulster, and once more they returned and demanded Iubdan.

"What will ye do next ?" asked Fergus.