The next morning, Three Eyes said,
"I will go to the field with you."
They drove the goat into the long grass.
"Let us sit down and I will sing to you,"
said Little Two Eyes, and she sang,
"Are you awake, Little Three Eyes?
Are you asleep, Little Two Eyes?
Awake, Little Three Eyes?
Asleep, Little Two Eyes?
Soon her two eyes went to sleep.
But the eye in the middle
of her forehead did not go to sleep.
Little Two Eyes did not know this.
So she called for her table.
She ate her dinner,
and the table went away.
Three Eyes looked out of her open eye,
and she saw all that Little Two Eyes did.
"Come, Little Three Eyes, the sun has set,
let us go home," said Little Two Eyes.
So they went home.
Three Eyes said to Little One Eye,
"I know why she does not eat."
And she told her sister all about the goat
and the table.
So they went to the field
and killed the goat.
Then Little Two Eyes sat down and cried.
Soon the little old woman stood by her.
"Little Two Eyes, why do you cry?"
"I cry because my goat is killed,"
said Little Two Eyes.
The old woman said,
"Go home and get the heart of the goat.
Then plant it by the house."
Little Two Eyes ran to her sisters and said,
"Please give me the heart of the goat."
Her sisters laughed and said,
"You may have it.
We do not want it."
Little Two Eyes took the heart of the goat,
and she planted it in the ground.
That night a tree grew up from the heart,
and it was full of golden apples.
"How did the tree get there?" said One Eye.
"How could a tree grow up in one night?"
said Three Eyes.
But Little Two Eyes knew all about it.
When One Eye climbed the tree,
the apples sprang away from her.
"I can see better than you,
let me try," said Three Eyes.
So she climbed the tree,
but the apples sprang from her, too.
"Let me try," said Little Two Eyes.
"What can you do with two eyes?
This tree is not for you," said her sisters.
But Little Two Eyes climbed the tree,
and the apples fell into her hands.
"I can get them now," said Three Eyes.
"So can I," said One Eye.