Nit elmiyat; petcosan m'kisiwiminul (kesena: sakw'tewiminul). W'tiyan: "tanpal k't-elkowinya nil moholekw?" "K'mutc'kolp'n espuns p'dc'l nilun m'sī p'suliminuk." "Ni-ta katama k'pawalo‛pa." Metc-te elmiyat; musk'm'n epusisul kiktcekalkwi-minsuk; "neke tan-etc k'telko-winya moholekw?" "Kiktcekolp'n etatc nilun m'siu kiktcekalkwi-minsul;" "ah, ni-te miyau nil eli-pawat'm-li," asitewut'm; w'mitsin. Malem-te memi‛po; w'matcahan. S'laki-te petci sikmiyaumulsiu, stepal wes-sikyot (or w'sikyot) kekw'siyul almi-potasik. En w'kiktceka-pelusin naka w'kiktceka-pelusin; katama-te witcokemkowun (kesena: w'kikho-kowun). Malem-te w'muskum'n kowapskek penapskw nit eswatckwesit teki metwepusit w'ketcik. Metc-te teke wewinakw't eli-katama piyeswi‛kw espuns-te pemkiskak.
give him one; he puts it where it is hot in the ashes; in several minutes he takes it out; it is a well made and excellent bag. So they think it over; then all cook theirs; when they take them out, all are scorched and burnt; all are spoiled. So again he goes away.
Then he comes to a big river; he does not know how to cross it. Here while looking around on the shore of the river, he sees an old _wiwilmekw_ like a horned big alligator; blind. Raccoon says to him: "grandfather, ferry me over the lake;"--"Certainly, grandson, only (get) on my back." Then he starts off. The crows and the big ravens begin to mock them; "What do these birds say?" asks (the worm). They say: "Quickly hurry that raccoon over for your life." But the worm does not see the shore; he is nearing it very closely. So he dashes forward; he runs himself half into the river bank. The raccoon jumps off. What befalls him (_wiwilmekw_) further, the raccoon cares nothing about (knows nothing about).
So he goes on; he comes to some blackberries. He says to them: "Would you agree with me, if I ate you?"--"We should agree badly with you Raccoon, because we are all choke-berries."--"Then I do not want you." He still goes on further; he finds bushes of itch-berries: "now how would you agree with me, if I ate you?"--"We should make you itch, for we are all itch-berries;"--"Ah, then this is just what I want," he answers; he eats them. So he eats his fill (and) goes on. But soon he begins to feel badly, as if he were tormented by things which irritate him. Then he scratches and scratches; it does not help him (save him). So he finds a ragged rock where he rubs up and down until (the hair) comes off his arse. Even until now until this day, it is seen that the raccoon is without hair (on his arse).