Not a nice thing to be heading in your direction. A flying head with flaming eyes, hair streaming in the slipstream — and huge fangs for munching up livestock. Worst of all, the head was forever hungry as he had no body to fill.
An old woman roasting chestnuts caused his downfall. "Aha — hot chestnuts," said the FLYING-HEAD to itself, "they smell delicious." And being so gapingly greedy he bypassed the tiddly little things the woman was baking and gulped down the great big ones — along with the fire they were roasting in.
Big mistake. They were not large chestnuts, or even baked potatoes. They were hearthstones — containing all the heat of the fire. It was all too much — the FLYING-HEAD internally combusted and was never seen again. And that’s an old Iroquois chestnut.