the tailor whimpered, "i want just to look about and see if i can earn a bit of bread for myself, in this forest." "if that is what thou art after," said the giant, "thou mayst have a place with me." "if it must be, why not? what wages shall i receive?" "thou shalt hear what wages thou shalt have. every year three hundred and sixty-five days, and when it is leap-year, one more into the bargain. does that suit thee?" "all right," replied the tailor, and thought, in his own mind, "a man must cut his coat according to his cloth; i will try to get away as fast as i can." on this the giant said to him, "go, little ragamuffin, and fetch me a jug of water." "had i not better bring the well itself at once, and the spring too?" asked the boaster, and went with the pitcher to the water. "what! the well and the spring too," growled the giant in his beard, for he was rather clownish and stupid, and began to be afraid. "that knave is not a fool, he has a wizard in his body. be on thy guard, old hans, this is no serving-man for thee." when the tailor had brought the water, the giant bade him go into the forest, and cut a couple of blocks of wood and bring them back. "why not the whole forest, at once, with one stroke. the whole forest, young and old, with all that is there, both rough and smooth?" asked the little tailor, and went to cut the wood. "what! the whole forest, young and old, with all that is there, both rough and smooth, and the well and its spring too,"