It was Zashue and Shyuote, who were coming home together.
Zashue seemed vexed at being called home.

He looked around with a scowl, for Hayoue, whom he had expected to meet, was not there.
"Why did you call me, koitza ?" he grumbled, "satyumishe is not here.
Give me something to eat!" He threw himself down on the floor.

Shyuote nestled by his side, proud of being under his father's immediate protection.

Zashue said to him,-- "Have you eaten, sa uishe ?" "Not yet." "Why don't you feed Shyuote ?" Zashue asked his wife.

"Surely Okoya had his stomach full long ago, whereas this poor little frog here--" "This toad, you ought to call him," Say interrupted her husband, in a tone of indignation.