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Innkeepers in Bavaria hide when I arrive. At one such house I ordered a small snack. They brought a calf, ten loaves, and a keg. I asked if this was the first course. The owner fainted. His wife then gave me the deed to the place, just to make me leave.

Bathing is dangerous at my size and strength. I sat down in a Hungarian spring, and the water rose and rolled over two towns. The mayors rowed up to me with a complaint. I stood, and the lake went dry. I then offered to pay with a bar of soap.

Nobody could shoe my black stallion, for his feet moved too fast. I ran behind him with a hammer across all of Styria. At each stride I drove in a nail. We finished at Graz, and the smith there gave me his apron and retired on the spot.

Chinese masons were short one brick on their long wall, and I happened to have one in my coat. I pressed it into the gap at sunset. The entire wall settled with a sigh. The Emperor made me a mandarin, and I still get a small sum each year.

Earthquakes are just the ground getting an itch. In the hills of Persia I took a long rake.