When Moses sent twelve spies into the land of Canaan, the legend of the Rabbis remembers that the land was inhabited by giants — not merely tall men but beings of such scale that a piece of their ordinary fruit could hide an entire reconnaissance team.
The twelve spies entered a garden belonging to a family of the Anakim — the descendants of Anak, the giant. The daughter of the house was sitting outside shelling a pomegranate. She tossed the shell casually over her shoulder into the garden without pausing in her work.
Inside that shell, the twelve spies found shelter. All of them. The rind was so vast, the interior so cavernous, that they curled up together inside the discarded husk and hid until the girl moved on.
She never felt the weight. She threw a fruit-peel and did not notice she had thrown, from her perspective, twelve mice.
Gaster's Exempla #321, drawing on the legend of the spies in Numbers 13, preserves this detail. The Torah reports that ten of the spies returned terrified, insisting the land could not be taken. The legend explains why. They had hidden inside a piece of the giants' lunch. They had understood, with their whole bodies, the scale of what they were being asked to conquer.
Only Caleb and Joshua, hiding in the same shell, came out saying: We can surely go up and possess it (Numbers 13:30). Same shell. Same giants. Different conclusions.