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 that had been caught in some bushes, and this he put into his wallet beside the cheese. Then he went on his way merrily, and being light and agile he never felt tired. His way led up a hill, on the top of which sat a powerful giant, who was calmly surveying the landscape. The little tailor went up to him, and greeting him cheerfully said: ‘Good-day, friend; there you sit at your ease viewing the whole wide world. I’m just on my way there. What do you say to accompanying me?’ The giant looked contemptuously at the tailor, and said: ‘What a poor wretched little creature you are!’ ‘That’s a good joke,’ answered the little tailor, and unbuttoning his coat he showed the giant the girdle. ‘There now, you can read what sort of a fellow I am.’ The giant read: ‘Seven at a blow;’ and thinking they were human beings the tailor had slain, he conceived a certain respect for the little man. But first he thought he’d test him, so taking up a stone in his hand, he squeezed it till some drops of water ran out. ‘Now you do the same,’ said the giant, ‘if you really wish to be thought strong.’ ‘Is that all?’ said the little tailor; ‘that’s child’s play to me,’ so he dived into his wallet, brought out the cheese, and pressed it till the whey ran out. ‘My squeeze was in sooth better than yours,’ said he. The giant didn’t know what to say, for he couldn’t have believed it of the little fellow. To prove him again, the giant lifted a stone and threw it so high that the eye could hardly follow it. ‘Now, my little pigmy, let me see you do that.’ ‘Well thrown,’ said the tailor; ‘but, after all, your stone fell to the ground; I’ll throw one that won’t come down at all.’ He dived into his wallet again, and grasping the bird in his hand, he threw it up into the air. The bird, enchanted to be free, soared up into the sky, and flew away never to return. ‘Well, what do you think of that little piece of business, friend?’ asked the tailor. ‘You can certainly throw,’ said the giant; ‘but now let’s see if you can carry a proper weight.’ With these words he led the tailor to a huge oak tree which had been felled to the ground, and said: ‘If you are strong enough, help me to carry the tree out of the wood.’ ‘Most certainly,’ said the little tailor: ‘just you take the trunk on your shoulder; I’ll bear the top and branches, which is certainly the heaviest part.’ The giant laid the trunk on his shoulder, but the tailor sat at his ease among the branches; and the giant, who couldn’t see what was gomg on behind him, had to carry the whole tree, and the little tailor into the bargain. There he sat behind in the best of spirits, lustily whistling a tune, as if carrying the tree were mere sport.