"I have no medicine with me," said the Mouse-deer, "but I can bandage you, as I have bandaged myself, and that 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 into 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 also."
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 get uneasy, and trying to get up, and finding himself securely bound, he struggled, and roared in pain and anger.