As he lay there on his back , he seemed so big that in spite of Petru 's haste he stopped to measure him . The further went Petru , the more strange and terrible were the sights he saw -- lions , tigers , dragons with seven heads , all stretched out in the sun fast asleep . It is needless to say what the dragons were like , for nowadays everyone knows , and dragons are not things to joke about . Petru ran through them like the wind . Was it haste or fear that spurred him on ? At last he came to a river , but let nobody think for a moment that this river was like other rivers ? Instead of water , there flowed milk , and the bottom was of precious stones and pearls , instead of sand and pebbles . And it ran neither fast nor slow , but both fast and slow together . And the river flowed round the castle , and on its banks slept lions with iron teeth and claws ; and beyond were gardens such as only the Fairy of the Dawn can have , and on the flowers slept a fairy ! All this saw Petru from the other side . But how was he to get over ? To be sure there was a bridge , but , even if it had not been guarded by sleeping lions , it was plainly not meant for man to walk on . Who could tell what it was made of ? It looked like soft little woolly clouds ! So he stood thinking what was to be done , for get across he must . After a while , he determined to take the risk , and strode back to the sleeping giant . ` Wake up , my brave man ! ' he cried , giving him a shake . The giant woke and stretched out his hand to pick up Petru , just as we should catch a fly . But Petru played on his flute , and the giant fell back again .
Petru tried this three times , and when he was satisfied that the giant was really XXXXX his power he took out a handkerchief , bound the two little fingers of the giant together , drew his sword , and cried for the fourth time , ` Wake up , my brave man . '
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