Good afternoon Mister Giant Sir. I have come to make a bet with you. Can a very little girl beat a very large giant in feats of strength? Thats what clever Beatrice bets on when she marches through the north woods to the home of the giant hoping to win some of his gold to help her mother buy porridge. The giant heartily agrees to a contest never imagining the wisp of a girl could out-muscle him. But what he hasnt counted on is how clever Beatrice is...and that brains beat brawn every time. This tall tale from Michigans upper peninsula is told in delicious dialect and introduces a heroine whos as irrepressible as Eloise.
