the giant was so terribly alarmed that he could not close an eye all night long for thinking what would be the best way to get rid of this accursed sorcerer of a servant. time brings counsel. next morning the giant and the tailor went to a marsh, round which stood a number of willow-trees. then said the giant, "hark thee, tailor, seat thyself on one of the willow-branches, i long of all things to see if thou art big enough to bend it down." all at once the tailor was sitting on it, holding his breath, and making himself so heavy that the bough bent down. when, however, he was compelled to draw breath, it hurried him (for unfortunately he had not put his goose in his pocket) so high into the air that he never was seen again, and this to the great delight of the giant. if the tailor has not fallen down again, he must be hovering about in the air.