The little tailor, not idle, gathered two pocketfuls of stones,
and with these climbed up the tree. When he was half-way up, he slipped down
by a branch, until he sat just above the sleepers, and then let one stone
after another fall on the breast of one of the giants. For a long time the
giant felt nothing, but at last he awoke, pushed his comrade, and said, "Why
art thou knocking me?" "Thou must be dreaming," said the other, "I am not
knocking thee." They laid themselves down to sleep again, and then the tailor
threw a stone down on the second, "What is the meaning of this?" cried the
other. "Why art thou pelting me?" "I am not pelting thee," answered the first,
growling. They disputed about it for a time, but as they were weary they let
the matter rest, and their eyes closed once more. The little tailor began his
game again, picked out the biggest stone, and threw it with all his might on
the breast of the first giant. "That is too bad!" cried he, and sprang up like
a madman, and pushed his companion against the tree until it shook. The other
paid him back in the same coin, and they got into such a rage that they tore
up trees and belaboured each other so long, that at last they both fell down
dead on the ground at the same time.