Which One Was Most Greedy

This tale has been adapted from the original for readability:

Three men set out together, travelling far inland to a kingdom where neither the king nor the people were strangers to them. All three were famously greedy, and because “tuckmah” meant a greedy person, they were known as Tuckmahkodinay, Tuckmahfongkah, and Tuckmahtontoun. When they reached a large town, they went to the king’s house, greeted him, and asked permission to stay a night.

The king questioned them, where they had come from, how the land was, whether there was plenty to eat, and whether they had seen any fighting on the road. They answered well, telling him what they had seen, and the king was pleased with their talk, so he gave them a cow. For a few days they stayed in the town, and then one morning they drove the cow out and walked until they came to a small farmhouse that seemed empty.

Tuckmahkodinay said, “Let’s kill the cow and eat it.” Inside the house they found a cutlass, a calabash, a pot, and everything they needed for cooking, but still no one was there. One of the men took the cutlass to cut the cow’s throat. Tuckmahkodinay said, “When the blood starts to flow, I’ll hold my mouth underneath and catch it.”

But the man with the cutlass made a mistake, and instead of killing the cow he cut off Tuckmahkodinay’s head. He was horrified, but what could he do? Now only two of them were left. They went ahead and cooked the meat.

When it was ready, Tuckmahtontoun said to Tuckmahfongkah, “Go and fetch some water so we can eat.” There was a deep well not far away. Tuckmahfongkah thought, “If I turn my back, Tuckmahtontoun will eat all the meat before I return.” So he began walking backwards, watching the cooking place as he went.

Before he realised how close he was to the well, he stepped straight into it and died. When Tuckmahtontoun saw that his companion was taking too long, he muttered, “What’s keeping him? I’d better go myself.” He went to the well and found Tuckmahfongkah dead at the bottom. Now he was the only one left.

He took the calabash, filled it with water, balanced it on his head, and started back towards the food. But before he got near, he spotted a gazelle and shouted, “Hey! That meat thief is stealing the tasty beef I cooked. Oh dear, I’m in trouble today.”

He set the water down and ran at the gazelle, shouting and clapping. Startled by the noise, the gazelle spun round, panicked, and tried to flee. Its foot slipped, and it plunged straight into the boiling pot. It yanked itself out at once and bolted, running for its life.

Tuckmahtontoun thought the gazelle had carried off all the flavour and goodness of the meat, and he was greedy for even the little that might be left on its leg. He chased it until he caught up. As he bent down to lick the gazelle’s leg, the one that had gone into the pot, the gazelle kicked him in the throat and burst it. Tuckmahtontoun fell and died.

So tell me, out of the three of them, who had the sweetest mouth? You decide.