“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.