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Story 83: The Giant and The Tailor Brothers' Grimm (1812)

The Giant and The Tailor

A tailor whose words spoke spoke louder than his actions, took it into his head to leave home for a while and see what he could see in the forest. At the first opportunity he left his workshop,
and went his way up hill and down, this way, that way and on and on.

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"Fair enough," said the tailor, thinking: "I may as well make the best of a bad bargain. I'll clear out as soon as I can."

"All right, you little rascal," said the giant. "Go and get me a pitcher of water."
"Why not take the whole well while I'm about
it?" the braggart asked as he started out with the pitcher. The giant was rather slow-witted.
"What! The whole well?" he grumbled into his beard, and he began to be afraid. "That fellow has something up his sleeve. I bet he's swallowed a mandrake. Watch your step, Hans old man. He's not the right kind of servant for you." When the tailor had brought the water, the giant ordered him to go out into the woods, cut a few logs and bring them back. "Why not the whole forest at one stroke–"...
"the entire forest with everything in it, with little and big, with branch and twig?" The tailor asked, and went off to cut the wood.

"What! The entire forest with everything in it, with little and big, with branch and twig –– not to speak of the well!" The credulous giant grumbled into his beard and was more terrified than ever. "That fellow's got something up his sleeve. I bet he's swallowed a mandrake. Watch your step, Hans old man, he's not the right kind of servant for you." When to tailor had brought the wood, the giant ordered him to shoot two or three wild boars for supper. "Why not a thousand with one shot and bring you the whole lot of them? asked the boastful tailor.
"What cried the terrified giant. "Let it go for today. Lie down and steep!" The giant was so frightened he didn't close an eye all night. He lay awake racking his brains: he had to get rid of this damned magician he'd taken on as his servant. The sooner the better, But how was he going to do it? By morning he had an idea. He took the tailor to a swamp with willow trees all around it. When they got there, the giant said: "Listen to me, tailor. Sit down on one of these willow branches. I'm curious to know if you're heavy enough to bend it." One two three, the tailor was up on the branch, holding his breath and making himself heavy, so heavy that the branch bent beneath him. But when he had to draw another breath, it sprang back and (since unfortunately he hadn't put his flatiron in his pocket) sent him flying so high that the giant, much to his delight, couldn't even see him any more. If he hasn't come down again, he must still be floating around in the air.