"Then old Giant Northwind grew madder and madder, madder than a hornet, yes, just as mad as Mother Wyandotte when Wienerwurst chased her into the brook.
"He took a deep breath, did Giant Northwind, so deep that he almost burst his lungs. He blew and he puffed and he puffed and he blew till the whole sky was filled with grey clouds. And you couldn't see Mr. Sun and his fine suit of gold armour at all.
"Then down he would sit in his cave to enjoy himself for a spell, but by and by, sure as shooting, Mr. Sun would come back again.
"So, for a hundred years, Northwind tried to blow out the Sun. But at last he gave it up as a bad job.
"When he was still a middling young fellow, only about a thousand years old or so, he went walking up and down the earth one night, just after dark.
"He came to a great forest. In it he saw something bright, like a little piece of the Sun. Now he was taller than the tallest tree in the forest, so he got down on his knees to peek between the trunks and see better. People were sitting around the bright little piece of the Sun, and warming their hands, and cooking their supper. Of course it was only a merry fire, but Giant Northwind was sure it was a piece of the Sun that had fallen on the Earth. He had been so busy trying to blow him out of the sky that he hadn't noticed these little fires much before.
"But he had grown very cross as he knelt there, looking through the trees, and he said to himself, said he:
"'Ho, ho! That's one of the Sun's children. I'll blow that out anyway.'
"And he took a deep breath and puffed his cheeks out.
"Whurrrooooo! he breathed on that little piece of the Sun.