(7) "Very well. Cure my teeth, which are really making me suffer day and night, and because of them and of my eyes I cannot be calm and cannot sleep. All of this is because two demons shot me with a pellet [from their blowgun] and for that reason I cannot eat. Have pity on me, then, tighten my teeth with your hands." "Very well, sir. It is a worm which makes you suffer. It will end when these teeth are pulled and others put in their place." "It is not well that you pull my teeth, because it is only with them that I am a lord and all my ornaments are my teeth and my eyes." "'We will put others of ground bone in their place." But the ground bone was nothing but grains of white corn. "Very well, pull them out, come and relieve me," he replied.

(86) And all the oxen feared them and were affrighted at them, and began to bite with their teeth and to devour, and to gore with their horns.

(90) And those sheep were all white, and their wool was abundant and clean.