When the Rainbow Cat had gone some way and could already see the giant from afar, he stopped, opened his bag, and drew out a large black cloak. This he put on, pulling the hood well over his ears. He then sat down and appeared to be lost in deep thought.
When the Thunder Giant came up he stood still for a moment to look at this strange object all alone in the middle of the sky.
“Who are you, and what are you doing here?” he roared.
“I’m the celebrated wizard Mewpus,” replied the cat in a very deep and impressive voice. “Mind my bag, there’s black magic in it. I have heard of you, O great Thunder Giant.” And he got up and bowed three times.
The giant felt rather flattered, but he was still very cross and his foot hurt.
“I don’t think much of wizards,” he said. “What can you do?”
“I can tell your thoughts, O Giant,” was the reply.
“Oho!” laughed the giant, “and pray what am I thinking at this moment, Mr. Mewpus?”
“That is quite easy,” said the Rainbow Cat. “You are thinking how your foot is hurting you, and how you would like to get hold of the person who trod on your corns.” For the cat had heard all this from the swallow.
The giant was astonished.