“The Young Giant”
There once was a farmer who had a son no bigger than his thumb. (That must have been common thing back then: “Tom Thumb” and “TomThumb’s Travels.”) One day, after the boy cried that he wanted to go with him, the farmer took him out into the field. A giant came along and picked up the boy and carried him off.
The giant suckled the boy for two years and the boy grew. The giant took the boy out into the forest and the boy was able to pull a small tree out of the ground. The giant wasn’t satisfied and suckled him for two more years. After that, the boy was strong enough to pull an old tree out of the ground. The giant still wasn’t happy and suckled the boy for another two years. After that, the boy was able to tear the strongest oak out of the ground without any trouble.
The giant was happy and took the boy back to the field of his father. The father didn’t think this giant man was his son, but the boy told his father to go home and have his mother fix a large meal. He then plowed the field by hand.
He went home ate all of his parent’s food, but that barely satisfied him. So he figured he would need to go on his own. He asked his father for an iron staff that he could not break across his knee. His father goes to the blacksmith and comes home with even bigger and stronger iron staffs – the final one requiring eight horses to pull – but the son breaks them all.
So the son goes to apprentice for a blacksmith to make a staff himself. But instead of being paid, all he asked was to give the blacksmith three blows. The blacksmith was greedy, and was happy to not have to pay someone. That is, until he saw how strong the boy was when he drove the anvil into the ground. To “pay” him for his little bit of work, the blacksmith let him give him a small kick, which sent him over a field. The boy then grabbed the biggest iron bar and left.
He came to a farm and asked to be a servant, again asking for no wages but to give the bailiff three blows. So the next morning, all the servants went out to cut firewood, but the boy slept in, saying he would get wood but still be back before all of them. When he finally woke, he ate a leisurely breakfast, then went to the wood. At one point, he barricaded the road. He passed the other servants taking their loads of firewood back. He ripped two trees out of the ground and loaded them up. The other servants were stopped at the barricade, and the boy just carried his horse and wagon over it so he made it back before them.
When it came time to be paid, the bailiff was afraid and tried to work out of the deal. He asked for a short delay and the boy agreed. After talking it over with some people, the bailiff asked the boy to clean out the well. When the boy was down there, they rolled a millstone in on top of him, but it didn’t bother boy. The bailiff then asked him to go to a haunted mill and grind some corn at night. The boy went to the mill and that night, a table, chairs, and food just walked in. The boy joined in the meal. But afterwards, the candles went out and something hit him on the ear. This continued, so the boy returned all the blows that came to him.
He survived the night, and this cleared up the haunting, somehow. He took the milled corn back to the bailiff and asked to give him the blows. The bailiff couldn’t think of another way to distract him and the boy kicked him off into the air. He then kicked the bailiff’s wife, and the two are floating in the air somewhere.
And the boy picked up his iron bar and left. The end.