A Selfish Giant's

   Every afternoon, while returning from school, the children used to go and play in the Giant's garden, was not there in his castle.

     It was a large and lovely garden, with soft green grass and beautiful flowers. There were many trees that blossomed in the Springtime and had rich fruits in Autumn. Birds on the trees sang so sweetly that the children would stop their games and listen to them.

     What are you all doing here? he shouted angrily. The children tan away. This is my garden, and I will allow nobody to come here, said the Giant. He was so selfish that he built a high wall all around the garden to stop children from entering it. He also put a notice on the gate.

       Trespassers will be prosecuted

       Then, came the Spring. There were little blossoms and little birds everywhere. Only in the garden of the Selfish Giant, it was still Winter. As there were no children, the birds did not like to sing and the trees did not blossom.

    Once a beautiful flower peeped out from the grass. But it read the notice on the gate; it felt so sorry for the children that it slipped back into the ground again. It decided not to grow. But only the Snow and the Cold Wind were happy. Spring seems to have forgotten this garden. We will be able to stay here all the year round.

     The Snow covered up the grass with her great white coat, and painted all the trees silver. Cold Wind roared all day round. This is a nice place he said. Every day for hours together he rattled on the roof of the castle and also ran round and round the garden as fast as he could.

       One morning, when the Giant was lying in bed, he heard some lovely music. It was very sweet. He thought it must be the king's musicians. But it was only a little bird singing outside his window. The Cold Wind stopped roaring. A fragrance came to him through the open window. Oh! The Spring has come at last, said the Giant; and he jumped out of the bed and looked out.

        Climb up, little boy! said the tree, and it bent it's branches down as low as it could; but the boy was too small to reach there.

         And the Giant's heart melted, How selfish I have been! He thought. Now I know why the Spring would not come here. I will put that poor child in the tree. I will knock down the wall. My garden shall be children's playground for ever.