Sula rode the wolf cart, holding the rope, while Uncle Khunni trained the girl Vizila and the boy Sayali on how to hold the wolf’s rope as they skied.
The uncle entered his carriage and asked his sister-in-law, “Did you bring the green box with you?”
Sula answered, “Yes, it’s between my legs.”
“Uncle, hold it in your hands. If you leave it on the ground, it will fall when the wolves run,” she warned.
The wolf cart headed towards the mountain, with two wolves dragging the boys riding on the sled behind it.
The boy Sayali was singing:
“The most beautiful gift my uncle gave,
He looks down,
Searching for his keys.
Glad Snow White,
He is afraid of falling,
Because underneath, monsters
I painted that castle;
At the top of the mountain is its shape,
It looks like the head of a dragon monster.
Drawing a dragon monster,
My father in his book in the little box.
Dad, sleep happily,
I will avenge you from these monsters.”