There was a big giant in his neighbourhood, and not a son was born to the king whom he did not snatch away the night he was born. And this was the work that was for them when they got any strength at all — they were put over goats. A son was born to him the night he took the little wolf home. The giant came and thought to take away the child, but the little wolf made a grip at his arm and pulled the arm off the shoulder. He then took the arm and the child under the bed. The king had fallen asleep and begun dreaming that the wolf had the child under the bed. When he awoke, he told his dream to his daughter, and asked a candle that he might search under the bed. She said to him that there was never a day yet that he had not been silly. However, he must get a light, and he found the wolf and the child between its feet, and the giant's arm under the bed with him. Whatever love he had for the little wolf at first, he had twice as much then.