So she cried out, ‘Oh! dear brother, pray don’t drink, or you’ll be turned into a wild beast and tear me to pieces.’
Brother was dreadfully thirsty, but he did not drink.
‘Very well,’ said he, ‘I’ll wait till we come to the next spring.’
When they came to the second brook, sister heard it repeating too:
‘Who drinks of me will be a wolf! who drinks of me will be a wolf!’
And she cried, ‘Oh! brother, pray don’t drink here either, or you’ll be turned into a wolf and eat me up.’
Again brother did not drink, but he said:
‘Well, I’ll wait a little longer till we reach the next stream, but then, whatever you may say, I really must drink, for I can bear this thirst no longer.’
And when they got to the third brook, sister heard it say as it rushed past:
‘Who drinks of me will be a roe! who drinks of me will be a roe!’
And she begged, ‘Ah! brother, don’t drink yet, or you’ll become a roe and run away from me.’
