The Selfish Giant - Oscar Wild








Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in the Giant's garden.


'How happy we are here!' they cried to each other.





One day the Giant came back.  
'What are you doing here?' he cried in a very gruff voice, and the children ran away.


 'My own garden is my own garden,' said the Giant 'anyone can understand that, and I will allow nobody to play in it but myself.'


The poor children had now nowhere to play. They tried to play on the road, but the road was very dusty and full of hard stones, and they did not like it.





Then the Spring came, and all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds. Only in the garden of the Selfish Giant it was still Winter. 


 'I cannot understand why the Spring is so late in coming,' said the Selfish Giant, as he sat at the window and looked out at his cold white garden; 'I hope there will be a change in the weather.'


It was always Winter there, and the North Wind, and the Hail, and the Frost, and the Snow danced about through the trees.


One morning the Giant was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music.
'I believe the Spring has come at last,' said the Giant; and he jumped out of bed and looked out.


He saw a most wonderful sight. Through a little hole in the wall the children had crept in, and they were sitting in the branches of the trees.
'How selfish I have been!' he said 'now I know why the Spring would not come here.


It was a lovely scene, only in one corner it was still Winter. It was the farthest corner of the garden, and in it was standing a little boy. He was so small that he could not reach up to the branches of the tree, and he was wandering all round it, crying bitterly.


'It is your garden now, little children,' said the Giant, and he took a great axe and knocked down the wall.





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