Once upon a time the hunter stood over a newly slain deer. He looked at the arrow which was inside the deer. This arrow didn't belong to him - another hunter had killed the deer. The hunter was upset - he had been hunting all day long without any success. He was tired and he hadn't any meal for his hungry family. But suddenly he spotted a deer on his road, he exclaimed: "Good spirits have sent me a deer!" But suddenly a voice behind his ear said: "How, my friend!", and a hand fell on his shoulder. It was not a spirit this time. It was old Iktomi. Iktomi offered the hunter a competition: "Let us see who can jump over the deer without touching a hair on his hide. The winner of the competition would have the deer to eat!"