The kind giant asked only for enough water to fill his spoon and he would be on his way into the wood.   So little was the stream that day the fishes stayed together in school, the deepest part of the brook... and the water wheel would not turn.   Three hours passed to fill the giant's spoon and in the meantime we sat on his knees and shared tales of where we had been..along wiht fresh berries and goat's milk.