“I am,” said the Bear. “Who are you, and what do you want?” “I can smell some nice fish, and I am hungry, and want some.” “I cannot let you have any,” said the Bear. “It does not belong to me.” “Let me have some at once,” said the Giant in a voice of thunder, “before I kill and eat you.” The Bear was too much frightened to interfere while the Giant ransacked the jars. When he had had enough, he bade the Bear “Good-bye” and went off. On the return of the other animals, the Tiger said he would put a stop to this state of things. He would stay at home the next day and keep watch. It would have to be a very strong Giant indeed that would dare to fight him. The Giant paid his visit as before, and when he found the Tiger at home, he said that he was hungry, and asked for some fish. At first the Tiger refused to give any to him, but when he saw his formidable enemy he was afraid, and let him have as much as he wanted. On their return again the animals found their fish had been stolen. Then the Mouse-Deer spoke. “I see,” he said, “that it is no use depending on you others. You boast, but when the time comes for action, you have no courage. I will stay at home and secure this Giant that you speak of.” When his companions had gone away the next morning, the Mouse-Deer put a bandage round his forehead and lay down. Soon came the Giant, and shouted: “Who’s there?” “Only me,” said the Mouse-Deer, groaning with pain. “Come up, whoever you may be.” The Giant climbed up the rickety steps, and saw the Mouse-Deer lying with his head bandaged. “What is the matter with you?” asked the Giant. “I have a headache,” was the answer. “Whatever has given you the headache?” asked the Giant. “Can’t you guess?” said the Mouse-Deer. “It is the smell of this fish in these jars. It is so strong it is enough to make anyone ill. Don’t you feel ill yourself?” “I think I do,” said the Giant. “Cannot you give me some medicine?” “I have no medicine with me,” said the Mouse-Deer, “but I can bandage you, as I have done myself, and it is sure to do you good.” “Thank you,” said the Giant. “It is good of you to take the trouble to cure me.” So the Giant lay down as he was bid, while the Mouse-Deer bandaged his head, and fastened the ends of the bandage to pegs which he drove in the ground under the open flooring of the hut. “Don’t you feel a little pain in your ankles?” anxiously suggested the Mouse-Deer. “I think I do,” said the foolish Giant. “Suppose you bandage them, too.” So the Mouse-Deer, chuckling to himself, bandaged his ankles, and made them fast to the floor of the hut. “Do you not feel the pain in your legs?” asked the Mouse-Deer. “I think I do,” was the foolish Giant’s reply. So the Mouse-Deer bandaged his legs and made them secure, so that the Giant was quite unable to move. By this time the Giant began to feel uneasy, and trying to get up, and finding himself securely bound, he struggled and roared in pain and anger.