This too is long ago: there was an old man with a large lump on his right cheek, about the size of a big orange. Since he could not mix with people, he lived by gathering firewood.
One day he went into the mountains, and the wind and rain were so fierce he could not get home, so he crept into a hollow in a great tree and huddled there, unable to sleep. Then he heard voices from far off, and a crowd came. He looked: red ones wearing blue clothes, black ones in red loincloths, one-eyed ones, mouthless ones, about a hundred beings beyond description, crowding together; they lit a bright fire and sat down right in front of the hollow where the old man was hiding. They were demons.
The demons began a drinking party, and one after another they danced before the demon in the seat of honor. The old man forgot his fear and longed to dance, and thinking, "What does it matter if I die?" he leapt out of the hollow, his axe still at his waist, and danced beautifully. The demons were delighted, and the chief demon said, "Be sure to come to our parties from now on," and as a pledge of the promise, plucked the lump from the old man's cheek without the least pain.
Next door to the old man lived an old man with a large lump on his left cheek. Envying him for losing his lump, he asked why, and wanting the same, he went into the hollow and waited. The demons came, began their party and said, "Has that old fellow come?" so he came out and danced, but he was clumsy and awkward, and the demons grew angry: "This old fellow is no good. Give him back the lump we were keeping," and they stuck the lump on his other cheek.
So the neighbor went home with a lump on both cheeks. It means one should not envy others. This is the source of the folktale "The Old Man Whose Lump Was Taken."