Once a laume went to a wedding carrying a white bag full of cakes. As she was walking down the road, she ran into a young man. They walked together through the sown fields. He started asking the laume about which kinds of grain fields she couldn't go into: rye? wheat? barley? The laume always replied, "Maybe."
Then he asked, "What about flax?"
The laume said, "Into flax I can't go!"
The young man said, "Say, are they cursed?"
The laume said, "Even a dog's voice won't be heard in the heavens."
Soon the young man saw that they were drawing near a flax field, so he said, "Give me the bag and I'll carry it for you."
The laume gave it to him and, when they were right next to the flax field, he jumped into it. He sat down and ate all of the cakes in the bag. The laume ran around the field cursing and cursing. The youth said with his mouth full, "Curse, curse, laume! You said yourself that even a dog' s voice won' t rise into the sky!"
Finally, the laume said, "Eat, eat, just give me back the bag."
After eating all the cakes, the young man threw the bag out of the field. The laume grabbed it and scurried away.

(Recorded in 1900)