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 his language, were not to be got rid of so easily, and came back in greater numbers than ever. At last the Tailor came to the end of his patience, and seizing a bit of cloth, he cried, ‘Wait a bit, and I’ll give it you!’ So saying, he struck out at them mercilessly. When he looked, he found no fewer than seven dead and motionless. ‘So that’s the kind of fellow you are,’ he said, admiring his own valour. ‘The whole town shall know of this.’

In great haste he cut out a belt for himself, and stitched on it, in big letters, ‘Seven at one blow!’ ‘The town!’ he then said, ‘the whole world shall know of it!’ And his heart wagged for very joy like the tail of a lamb. The Tailor fastened the belt round his waist, and wanted to start out into the world at once; he found his workshop too small for his valour. Before starting, he searched the house to see if there was anything to take with him. He only found an old cheese, but this he put into his pocket. By the gate he saw a bird entangled in a thicket, and he put that into his pocket with the cheese. Then he boldly took to the road, and as he was light and active, he felt no fatigue. The road led up a mountain, and when he reached the highest point, he found a huge Giant sitting there comfortably looking round him.

The Tailor went pluckily up to him, and addressed him.

‘Good-day, Comrade, you are sitting there surveying the