There was a hunt one time and they could find no hares. They told a little boy to get hares for them if he could. He went home and told his grandmother, who was a magician. She said she would be the hare and so went to the hunt. She flew across the hedges and ditches and the hounds were following her. She went home and when she was going in on the window the hours nipped her on the heel. When the huntsmen went into the house they found an old woman sitting on the bedside putting a bandage on her leg.