"I'm finished! She's going to catch me now," thought the boy as he ran for his life. But he scampered quickly enough to reach the temple just before the witch. "Master, please help me! The mountain witch is chasing me. She's right outside!"
"Ah, so you met her, did you? Have you learned your lesson?"
The boy thought about what had happened and asked the priest to forgive him. "I'm sorry, Master. From now on I'll be better behaved." Then he hurriedly hid inside a large jar.
No sooner had the boy hidden himself than the witch kicked down the temple door and barged inside.
"Hey, priest! Where's the boy who ran in here? Bring him out at once!"
The priest pretended not to know anything: "What? What are you talking about? I've been sitting here eating rice cakes. I haven't seen any boy." This just made the witch even angrier.
"You can pretend you don't know. That makes no difference to me, since I'll eat you instead if you won't give me the boy," said the witch, now very agitated.
"All right, but first let's see which one of us is better at turning ourselves into different shapes," challenged the priest. "If you win, you can do as you like. Now, can you change into whatever I say?"
"Don't make me laugh," replied the witch with great confidence. "I can change myself into any form. Go ahead and say anything you like."