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When he drew it away and counted, there lay before him no fewer

than seven, dead and with legs stretched out. 'Are you a fellow

of that sort?' said he, and could not help admiring his own

bravery. 'The whole town shall know of this!' And the little

tailor hastened to cut himself a girdle, stitched it, and

embroidered on it in large letters: 'Seven at one stroke!' 'What,

the town!' he continued, 'the whole world shall hear of it!' and

his heart wagged with joy like a lamb's tail. The tailor put on

the girdle, and resolved to go forth into the world, because he

thought his workshop was too small for his valour. Before he went

away, he sought about in the house to see if there was anything

which he could take with him; however, he found nothing but an

old cheese, and that he put in his pocket. In front of the door

he observed a bird which had caught itself in the thicket. It had

to go into his pocket with the cheese.