Stan was tired : he could scarcely lift the buckets when they were empty , and he shuddered to think of what would happen when they were full . But he only took an old knife out of his pocket and began to scratch up the earth near the brook . ` What are you doing there ? How are you going to carry the water into the house ? ' asked the dragon . ` How ? Dear me , that is easy enough ! I shall just take the brook ! ' At these words the dragon 's jaw dropped . This was the last thing that had ever entered his head , for the brook had been as it was since the days of his grandfather . ` I 'll tell you what ! ' he said . ` Let me carry your skins for you . ' ` Most certainly not , ' answered Stan , going on with his digging , and the dragon , in dread lest he should fulfil his threat , tried what bribes would do , and in the end had again to promise seven sacks of ducats before Stan would agree to leave the brook alone and let him carry the water into the house . On the third day the old mother sent Stan into the forest for wood , and , as usual , the dragon went with him . Before you could count three he had pulled up more trees than Stan could have cut down in a lifetime , and had arranged them neatly in rows . When the dragon had finished , Stan began to look about him , and , choosing the biggest of the trees , he climbed up it , and , breaking off a long rope of wild vine , bound the top of the tree to the one next it . And so he did to a whole line of trees . ` What are you doing there ? ' asked the dragon .
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