A wonderful world around Dressed in warm coats And soft puffy boots We walk through the snow In the winter woods. Up in the sky Over our heads The clouds float by Like giant white rams. Down under feet There are little prints on the snow. How many of them we meet. Where do the prints’ owners live? Above the snow or below? We stop to have rest At a big spruce tree And feel excited in chest. How happy we can be! Then, we go farther, Across a small hill. Oh, we would rather Go around, towards that mill. We see an old mill And a frozen river beside. It is just opposite the hill. And down the hill we glide...
'It's my garden,' says the Giant. 'People must understand. Nobody can play here - only me!'So the children leave, and the Selfish Giant puts a wall around his garden. After that, it's always winter there.Later, the Giant feels sorry for a young boy in the snow. He knocks down the garden wall - and the children, and the spring, come back. But where is the young boy now? And how can the Giant find him again? The Giant Come Home Every afternoon, when school finishes, the children play in the Giant's garden...