… Rice-Bird now knew the thing that Skunk feared and he began to throw his voice in a whistle from Skunk’s back-pack.
“Ugh!” cried Skunk when he heard the whistle and he turned and fled in the opposite direction.
But Rice-Bird threw his voice into a whistle again and again stopped Skunk in his tracks.
“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” cried Skunk.
But whichever way Skunk fled, Rice-Bird threw his voice into a whistle which sounded like it was coming from up ahead and it was not long before Skunk was exhausted from running in circles without getting anywhere.
Skunk collapsed onto the ground, prostrate. “I am tired,” he said to himself, “it is too much for me to be carrying such a weight on my back, I will hang up my brother, here, while I go on and then return for him later.”
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