With them came the Spring. “It is your garden now, little children,” said the Giant, and he took a great axe and knocked
down the wall. And when the people were going to market at twelve o’clock they found the Giant playing with the children in the most
beautiful garden they had ever seen.
All day long they played, and in the evening they came to the
Giant to bid him good-bye.
“But where is your little companion?” he said; “the boy I put into
the tree?” The Giant loved him the best because he had kissed him.
“We don’t know,” answered the children. “He has gone away.”
“You must tell him to be sure and come tomorrow,” said the
Giant. But the children said that they did not know where he lived,
and had never seen him before; and the Giant felt very sad.
Every afternoon, when school was over, the children came and
played with the Giant. But the little boy whom the Giant loved was
never seen again. The Giant was very kind to all the children, yet
he longed for his little friend, and often spoke of him. “How I would
like to see him!” he used to say.
Years went by, and the Giant grew very old and feeble. He could
not play about anymore, so he sat in a huge armchair, and watched
the children at their games and admired his garden. “I have many beautiful flowers,” he said; “but the children are the most beautiful
flowers of all.”
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General Fictionthese are just a normal stories and Quotes by some legend credit to the rightful author
