There was a boy who was out chopping wood in the forest. Evening fell so quickly upon him that he wouldn’t be able to reach home, and so he went into a little pasture cabin to retire. When he came in, he trod on something.

“Who lies here?” said the boy.

“It’s the Bend,” it replied.

Then he walked until he came into the other corner; there too lay something that he trod on.

“Who lies here?” he said.

“It’s the Bend,” it replied.