they boiled, they stewed and they fried.

"Take care," cried one, who seemed to be the king, "let no bone be
broken."

Well, when they had all eaten, and had devoured every scrap of beef on
the cow, they began playing games with the bones, tossing them one to
another. One little leg-bone fell close to the closet door, and the
farmer was so afraid lest the pixies should come there and find him in
their search for the bone, that he put out his hand and drew it in to
him. Then he saw the king stand on the table and say, "Gather the
bones!"

Round and round flew the imps, picking up the bones. "Arrange them,"
said the king; and they placed them all in their proper positions in the
hide of the cow. Then they folded the skin over them, and the king
struck the heap of bone and skin with his rod. Whisht! up sprang the cow
and lowed dismally. It was alive again; but, alas! as the pixies dragged
it back to its stall, it halted in the off forefoot, for a bone was
missing.

"The cock crew,
Away they flew."

and the farmer crept trembling to bed.




The Blinded Giant