Robin came to the creek. She called, "Younger Brother, take me across." She called this many times. Then Old Crane came over slowly. He stretched his legs out and bridged the water. He said to Robin, "Don't be afraid, or you might fall in."
Robin started to walk across on his leg. When she was halfway over, she became frightened, for the leg there was narrow. Old Crane began to shake his leg, and he shook it so hard that Robin fell into the water. As she was floating downstream, she heard Old Crane calling after her: "Robin shall be your name, Robin shall be your name. But no more shall you eat people."
The current first swept Robin against jagged rocks, which cut her breast, and then it landed her upon a sandy beach. There she lay still and seemed to be dead. The crow came and pecked at the hole in her breast. The blood flowed out, and Robin stirred a little. "Stop eating me, Old Crow," she murmured, "I am alive." The crow flew away. Robin lay still awhile.
When the blood had stopped flowing and had caked itself over her breast, she arose and started homeward through the woods. On her way she passed a willow and said to it, "O Willow, is my painting becoming?"
