There was a little old woman lived in a shoe. It was near with a great large forest which served as a house for old Lady and all her children which she did not know what to do with them. 

Peter was so powerful to make baskets of wicker-work. 

Mark was chief gardener. Lizzie milked the cow, and Jenny taught the younger children to read. 

Now this Little Old Woman and her family had once dwelt in a nice house covered with ivy, and her husband was a wood-cutter, like Strong-arm. But there lived in a huge castle beyond the forest, a fierce giant, who one day came and laid their house in ruins with his club; after which he carried off the poor woodcutter to his castle beyond the forest. When the Little Old Woman came home, her house was in ruins and her husband was nowhere to be seen. 

In THE part of the wood where the Giant had met their father, they saw an immense shoe. They spent a long time weeping and calling out for their father, but met with no reply. Then the Old Lady thought that they had better take shelter in the shoe until they could build a new house. Here they all lived happily for many years. Strong-arm, who saw how wretched his mother often was about it, proposed to the next eleven brothers that they should go with him and set their father free from the Giant. Their mother knew she feared they would be killed. But Strong-arm was not afraid. 

He bought a dozen sharp swords, and Peter made as many strong shields and helmets, as well as crossbows and iron-headed arrows.The next day they came in sight of the Giant’s Castle. Strong-arm, leaving his brothers in a wood close by, strode boldly up to the entrance, and seized the knocker. The door was opened by a funny little boy with a large head. 

Strong-arm then walked boldly across the courtyard, and presently met a page, who took off his hat and asked him what he wanted. Strong-arm, nothing daunted, soon found the monster, who was fast asleep, so he made short work of him by sending his sword right through his heart; at which he jumped up, uttering a loud scream, and made as if he would spring forward and seize Strong-arm; but the good sword had done its work, and the monster fell heavily on the ground, dead. 

Strong-arm had no sooner finished the Dragon, than up started the funny little boy who had opened the door. They soon broke his chain and set him free. 

Now this old Witch had great power, and at once afflicted the Giant with corns and tender feet. He thought he would go in search of his missing shoe. When he came to the spot where the Old Lady and her children lived, he saw his old shoe, and with a laugh that shook the trees, he thrust his foot into it, breaking through the roof that Strong-arm and Peter had put to it. 

The children, in great alarm, rushed about inside the shoe, and frightened and trembling, scrambled through the door and the slits which the Giant had formerly made for his corns. By this time the witch and the Little Old Lady, as also Strong-arm, his eleven brothers and his father, came up to the spot. Then the father and the Little Old Woman and all their children built a new house, and lived happily ever afterwards.