Adapted from Oscar Wilde’s ‘The Selfish Giant’.
So, every afternoon, as they were coming home from school, the children used to go and play in the Giant’s garden.
It was a large, lovely garden with soft green grass. Here and there over the grass stood beautiful flowers that looked like stars, and there were twelve peach trees that, in the spring-time, broke out into beautiful pink blossoms, and in the autumn grew wonderful fruit. The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them.
‘How happy we are here!’ they cried to each other.
One day the Giant came back. He had been to visit his friend, the ogre, and had stayed with him for seven years. After the seven years were over, he had said all that he had to say and he decided to return to his own castle.
When he arrived he saw the children playing in the garden.
‘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.’
So he built a high wall all round it and put up a sign that said: Trespassers will be prosecuted.
The poor children now had nowhere to play. They tried to play on the road, but the road was very dusty, full of hard stones and dangerous, so they did not like it. They used to wander round the high wall when their lessons were over and talk about the beautiful garden inside.
‘How happy we were there,’ they said to each other.
Then the Spring came, and all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds. Only in the garden of the Giant it was still winter. The birds did not care to sing in it as there were no children, and the trees forgot to blossom. Once a beautiful flower put its head out from the grass, but when it saw the sign about trespassers, it felt so sorry for the children that it slipped back into the ground again, and went back to sleep.
The only people who were pleased were the Snow and the Frost. ‘Spring has forgotten this garden,’ they cried, ‘so we will live here all the year round.’
The Snow covered up the grass with her great white cloak, and the Frost painted all the trees silver. Then they invited the North Wind to stay with them, and he came. He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day about the garden, and blew the chimney pots down.
‘This is a delightful spot,’ he said, ‘we must ask the Hail to visit.’ So the Hail came. Every day for three hours he rattled on the roof of the castle till he broke most of the slates, and then he ran round and round the garden as fast as he could go. He was dressed in grey, and his breath was like ice.
‘I cannot understand why the spring is so late in coming,’ said the Giant, as he sat at the window and looked out at his cold white garden; ‘I hope there will soon be a change in the weather.’
But the Spring never came, nor the Summer. The Autumn gave golden fruit to every garden, but to the Giant’s garden she gave none. ‘He is too selfish,’ Autumn said. So 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. It sounded so sweet to his ears that he thought it must be the King’s musicians passing by. It was really only a little bird singing outside his window, but it was so long since he had heard a bird sing in his garden that it seemed to him to be the most beautiful music in the world. Then the Hail stopped dancing over his head, and the North Wind ceased roaring, and a delicious perfume came to him through the open window. ‘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. In every tree that he could see there was a little child. And the trees were so glad to have the children back again that they had covered themselves with blossoms, and were waving their arms gently above the children’s heads.
The birds were flying about and twittering with delight, and the flowers were looking up through the green grass and laughing. 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. The poor tree was still quite covered with frost and snow, and the North Wind was blowing and roaring above it.
‘Climb up little boy!’ said the Tree, and it bent its branches down as low as it could; but the boy was too tiny.
And the Giant’s heart melted as he looked out. ‘How selfish I have been!’ he said; ‘Now I know why the Spring would not come here. I will put that poor little boy on the top of the tree, and then I will knock down the wall, and my garden shall be the children’s playground for ever and ever.’ He was really very sorry for what he had done.
So he crept downstairs and opened the front door quite softly, and went out into the garden. But when the children saw him they were so frightened that they all ran away, and the garden became winter again. Only the little boy did not run, for his eyes were so full of tears that he did not see the Giant coming. And the Giant stole up behind him and took him gently in his hand, and put him up into the tree. At once the tree broke into blossom, and the birds came and sang on it, and the little boy burst into laughter. And the other children, when they saw that the Giant was not wicked any longer, came running back, and 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.
From that day onwards, every afternoon, when school was over, the children came and played with the Giant.