"Now who is
cleverer?" asked the tailor. "You see, I can squeeze milk out, while
you only get water."
The giant was too surprised to utter a word for a few minutes; then,
taking up another stone, he threw it so high into the air that for
a moment they couldn't see where it went; then down it fell to the
ground again.
"Good!" said the tailor; "but I'll throw a stone that won't come back
again at all."
Taking the little bird from his pocket, he threw it into the air, and
the bird, glad to get away, flew right off and never returned.
This sort of thing didn't suit the giant at all, for he wasn't used to
being beaten by any one.
"Here's something that you'll never manage," said he to the little
man. "Just come and help me to carry this fallen oak-tree for a few
miles."
"Delighted!" said the tailor, "and I'll take the end with the
branches, for it's sure to be heavier."
"Agreed," replied the giant, and he lifted the heavy trunk on to his
shoulder, while the tailor climbed up among the branches at the
other end, and sang with all his might, as though carrying a tree was
nothing to him.
The poor giant, who was holding the tree-trunk and the little tailor
as well, soon grew tired.
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