the first thing he met was a brown foal running about the fields at large. he caught it by the mane, and wanted to spring on it and ride into the town. the foal, however, begged to be set free. "i am still too young," it said, "even a light tailor such as thou art would break my back in two let me go till i have grown strong. a time may perhaps come when i may reward thee for it." "run off," said the tailor, "i see thou art still a giddy thing." he gave it a touch with a switch over its back, whereupon it kicked up its hind legs for joy, leapt over hedges and ditches, and galloped away into the open country.