In the place where the peasant was killed, one of the fingers took root, like a plant, and grew rapidly every day until it resembled a palm tree.  Whenever anyone passed the area, he would avoid the place for fear the giant finger would fall on his head and kill him.  So the road from the village was abandoned from fear of the finger tree, and wild beasts roamed the area freely.

The peasant’s son grew into a strong and brave young man.  One day he told his mother it was time to seek revenge against the beast that had killed his father.  He vowed not to return until that had been done.  But the mother was afraid for her son’s life.  She grabbed his clothes and pleaded that he not do this alone in case the beast kill the son as well as the father.

The mind of the boy was made up, however.  He freed himself from his mother’s grasp as the tears streamed down her face.  After picking up a short stick, he went along the road his father had taken.  When he reached the tall finger as big as a palm tree, he did not circle and avoid it as everyone else from the village did.  Instead he walked closer and closer until he saw a large beast in front of him.  The beast was ready to pounce on the young man and tear him apart.  So the son raised his stick in order to beat back the wild fiend.

As the beast neared the tall finger tree hovering over the scene, the earth suddenly began to move beneath its feet.  The ground shook so violently that the animal fell over.  Rocks from a nearby hill rolled down a cliff and buried it.  The son watched as the beast raged and tried to escape.  But it was to no avail as the rocks continued to cover it and eventually took their toll.  Then the son turned toward the tall finger and watched in amazement as it grew smaller and smaller and finally disappeared into the ground.

After this the young man went over to the rocks heaped on top of the dead beast.  He removed these one by one until he reached the carcass.  Then he skinned it and fashioned the carcass into clothing, which he proudly wore on his way back to the village.  On the way he met his mother and a group of village men she had gathered to come with shovels and sticks and rescue him.  Seeing the young man dressed in the beast’s hide, they shouted for joy and rushed forward to embrace him and praise him for his valor, courage, and great strength in killing the savage beast.  Then they made him sheikh of the village.