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.