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"I cannot understand why the Spring is so late," said the Selfish Giant,
as he sat at the window and looked out at his cold white garden.
But the Spring never came, and the Summer never came. The Autumn
gave fruit to every garden, but to the Giant's garden she gave no fruit.
"He is too selfish," she said. So it was always Winter there, and the
North Wind and the Snow danced about through the trees.
One morning the Giant was lying in bed when he heard some lovely
music. A little bird was singing outside his window.
"I believe the Spring is here at last," said the Giant, and he jumped out
of bed and looked out.
What did he see?
He saw a wonderful sight. He saw children in his garden. Some
children were creeping in through a little hole in the wall. Some children
were sitting in the branches of the trees. In every tree that he could see
there was a little child. The birds were flying about and singing, and the
flowers were looking up through the green grass and laughing.
It was a lovely sight; only in one corner it was still Winter, and a little
boy was standing in it. He was so small that he could not reach up to the
branches of the tree, and he was walking about and crying bitterly.
And the Giant's heart melted as he looked out. "How selfish I am!" he
said. "Now I know why the Spring did not want to 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 will be the children's playground forever."
So he crept downstairs and opened the front door quite softly, and went
into the garden. But when the children saw him, they all ran away, and it
became Winter again in the garden. Only the little boy did not run, for his
eyes were so full of tears that he did not see the Giant, and the Giant came
up behind him and took him in his hand, and put him up into the tree. And
the tree began to blossom at once, and the birds came and sang in it, and the
little boy kissed the Giant. Then the other children came back, and with
them came the Spring. "It is your garden now, little children," said the Giant,
and he knocked down the wall.
Every afternoon, when school was over, the children came and played
with the Giant.
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