Once a woman was kneading bread, but had forgotten to say the blessing.
So the demon, Potánka,[56] ran up and sat down in it. Then she
recollected she had kneaded the dough without saying the blessing, went
up to it and crossed herself; and Potánka wanted to escape, but could
not anyhow, because of the blessing. So she put the leavened dough
through a strainer and threw it out into the street, with Potánka
inside. The pigs turned him over and over, and he could not escape for
three whole days. At last he tore his way out through a crack in the
dough and scampered off without looking behind him.
He ran up to his comrades, who asked him: “Where have you been,
Potánka?”
“May that woman be accursed!” he said.
“Who?”
“The one who was kneading her dough and had made it without saying the
proper blessing; so I ran up and squatted in it. Then she laid hold of
me and crossed herself, and after three livelong days I got out, the
pigs poking me about and I unable to escape! Never again will I get into
a woman’s dough.”