Just at dark, when no one was looking, Quicoy took his father’s bolo and quietly slipped away to the grove down by the river.  He was not afraid of ladrones, but he needed the bolo because it is not easy to open a cocoanut, and it takes some time, even with a bolo, to get the husk chopped from the fruit.

Quicoy felt a little frightened when he saw all the big trees around him.  The wind made strange noises in the branches high above him, and all the trees seemed to be leaning over and trying to speak to him.  He felt somewhat sorry that he had come, but when he thought of the Ongloc he mustered up courage and went on until he found an open space between two high trees.

He stopped here and dug a hole under each of the trees.  Then he put his feet in the notches and climbed one of the trees.  It was hard work, for the notches were far apart; but at last he reached the branches and climbed to the top.  The wind rocked the tree and made him dizzy, but he reached the highest cocoanut, threw it to the ground, and then ’started down the tree.  It was easy to come down, though he went too fast and slipped and slid some distance, skinning his arms and legs.  He did not mind that, however, for he knew he had the cocoanut that would capture the Ongloc.  He picked it up, chopped off the husk, punched in one of the little eyes, and whispered inside: 

“Ongloc of the mountains! 
Ongloc!  Ugly man! 
I’m a little cocoanut,
Catch me if you can!”

He then chopped it in halves and buried one piece, and, running to the other tree, buried the remaining piece.  Just as he finished he thought he heard a noise in the grove, and, instead of walking, he started to run as fast as he could.

It was very dark now, and the noise grew louder and made him run faster and faster, until suddenly a dreadful scream sounded directly in front of him, and a terrible black thing with fiery eyes came flying at him.  He turned in terror and ran back toward the trees.  He knew it was the Ongloc answering the call of the cocoanut, and he ran like mad, but the monster had seen him and flew after him, screaming with rage.

Faster and faster he ran, but nearer and nearer sounded the frightful screams until, just as he felt two huge claws close on his neck, there was a bump, a loud snap, and he felt himself being carried high in the air.  When the shock was over he found that he was squeezed tightly between two hard walls, and he could hear the Ongloc screaming and tearing at the outside with his claws.  Then he knew what had happened.

He had crossed the line between the buried pieces and they had snapped on him and carried him up the tree from which they came.  He was badly squeezed but he felt safe from the Ongloc, who finally went away in disappointment; for, although he likes cocoanuts, he cannot take one from a tree, but must change a boy or girl into the fruit if he wishes to eat of it.