it had run quite wild, and was full of thorns and bushes. and as he was thus walking round about, a wild boar rushed at him; he, however, gave it such a blow with his club that it fell directly. he took it on his shoulders and carried it in, and they put it on a spit, roasted it, and enjoyed themselves. then they arranged that each day, in turn, two should go out hunting, and one should stay at home, and cook nine pounds of meat for each of them. fir-twister stayed at home the first, and hans and rock-splitter went out hunting. when fir-twister was busy cooking, a little shrivelled-up old mannikin came to him in the castle, and asked for some meat. "be off, sly hypocrite," he answered, "thou needest no meat." but how astonished fir-twister was when the little insignificant dwarf sprang up at him, and belaboured him so with his fists that he could not defend himself, but fell on the ground and gasped for breath! the dwarf did not go away until he had thoroughly vented his anger on him. when the two others came home from hunting, fir-twister said nothing to them of the old mannikin and of the blows which he himself had received, and thought, "when they stay at home, they may just try their chance with the little scrubbing-brush;" and the mere thought of that gave him pleasure already.