So the giant took a pebble and crushed it to powder. The tailor took
the cheese and squeezed it till the water oozed out of it.
The giant gave in, and acknowledged that the tailor was the stronger
of the two. So they went on together till they came to a cherry-tree
growing near a meadow, and the cherries were ripe. They wanted to pick
some of the cherries for themselves. So the tailor climbed the tree,
but the giant simply bent down the top of the tree and began to pluck
the cherries. When he had finished he let go, and the tailor was flung
onto a heap of dry grass piled up in the meadow. So the tailor said:
"If it hadn't been for my skill in flying, I should have broken my
neck," and he promised to teach the giant how to fly.
So they went on their way again, and they came to a town. The town
was all in mourning. They asked the reason, and they were told that
a dragon had taken up his headquarters in the church and was killing
the people. The king would give a thousand pounds to whoever could
kill the dragon. So they told the king that they would kill the dragon.
They ordered a big hammer and a big pair of tongs to be made for
them. When they were made, the giant took the tongs and he gave the
hammer to the tailor to carry. But the tailor said: "Wouldn't it shame
you if people should see us, each carrying such a trifle? Take both
the things yourself."
When they came near the church door, the giant gave the hammer to
the tailor, who stuck fast to it. Then the dragon came dashing out,
and flung the tailor behind him, but the giant split him in twain. But
the tailor protested:
"A nice mess you've made of it. I meant to take the dragon alive. We
should have got more money for him so." Then he said: "Now I will
teach you how to fly."
So they climbed up the church steeple, and the tailor said: "When I
say 'One, two, three,' you must jump." And the giant jumped and broke
his neck.
The tailor told the king that the dragon had killed the giant, so he
pocketed the thousand pounds for himself.