There was once a small village called Trid. One day, a terrible giant came down from the mountains, and started kicking the villagers as hard has he could, as he stomped around the valley. No one could tell whether the giant was doing this out of anger or for fun, but they knew it needed to stop before the giant killed everyone in the town.

The citizens of Trid quickly sent word to a wise rabbi in a nearby city, and begged him to help them with the giant. The good rabbi thought for a moment, and came up with a plan: he would sacrifice himself to the giant, in order to spare the people of Trid.

The rabbi immediately traveled to Trid, and to the top of a nearby hill with a sheer cliff on the far side, and called loudly for the giant. Before long, the ground shook, and the giant came into view. The height of the hill brought the rabbi to the same height as the giant, and they met eye-to-eye as the giant approached the cliff.

"Please, good sir giant," the rabbi immediately began pleading before the giant could say anything. "Please do not kick the humble citizens of Trid anymore! But if you must kick anyone, kick me instead. Kick me across this valley until long after I die from it, if you must, but please do not harm the people of this small village!"

The giant considered him for a moment, chuckled to himself, and said, "Silly rabbi. Kicks are for Trids!"