One summer morning a little tailor was sitting at his table by the window, he was in good spirits,and sewed with all his might.

Then came a peasant woman down the street crying:“Good jams, cheap! Good jams, cheap!” This rang pleasantly in the tailor’s ears; he stretched his delicate head out of the window, and called, “Come up here, dear woman! I'll buy a jar!"

"Now. this jam will give me health and strength!"cried the litte tailor, so he brought the bread out of the cupboard, cut himself a piece right across the loaf and spread the jam over it. "Now let me just finish the jacket before I take a bite.."He said as he laid the bread near him and sewed the jacket.

In the meantime the smell of the sweet jam attracted some filies. "Hey! who invited you?, said the little tailor while he attempted to drive the unbidden guests away.

The flies came back again in a bigger number.

The little tailor at last lost all patience, and drew a piece of cloth from the hole under his work-table, and saying, "¡I will get you!" struck them mercilessly.

When he drew the cloth away and counted, there lay before him seven files, dead and with legs stretched out.

The tailor looked at the flies, he had killed and could not help admiring his own bravery.

“The whole town shall know of this!” he said. And the little tailor hastened to cut himself a belt, stitched it, and embroidered on it in large letters, “Seven at one stroke!

"Now The whole world shall know of this!", he exclaimed.

The tailor put on the belt and resolved to go adventure to show off his bravery Before he went away, he looked around the house to see if there was anything that he could take with him.

however, he found nothing but an old cheese wich he put in his pocket.

In front of the door there was a small bird, so he decided to also take the bird in his pocket.

Then he hit the road which led him up a mountain.

When he had reached the highest point of it he saw a powerful giant looking at him.

The giant had been haunting the village for years The little tailor bravely said, "Good day,comrade! How are you.

The gaint looked contemptuously at the tailor, and said:

"How dare you talk to me, you miserable creature?"

The little tailor unbuttoned his coat and showed the giant the belt, “There mayst thou read what kind of a man I am!” The giant read, “Seven at one stroke,” and thought that they had been giants whom the tailor had killed, and began to feel a little fear for the tiny fellow.

He decided to try him first.

The giant took a stone in his hand and squeezed it tightly so that only little pieces of it remained.

"Do you have the strength to do that, little man?", asked the gaint.

"Is that the best you can do?", asked the tailor, "That is child's play!" He put his hand into his pocket, brought out the soft cheese, and pressed it until the liquid ran out of it.

The giant saw that will and thought the tailor had just turned a stone into water.

Then the giant picked up a stone and threw it so far that the eye could scarcely follow it. "Now, little man, do that!"

“Well thrown!” said the tailor, "Now see these.