all day long they played and in the evening they came to bid the giant good bye
you must call the boy I put on the tree tomorrow
this is your garden now!
everyday after school the children came to play in the giants gardenThe giant grew old until when he couldn't play with the children anymore, but the small boy the giant longed for never came.
one winter morning he looked out of his window and saw a tree covered with white blossoms and underneath it stood the little boy he had loved.
the Giant ran downstairs in great joy, and out into the garden. He came near to the child. And when he came quite close his face grew with anger for on the palms of the child's hands were the prints of two nails, and the prints of two nails were on the little feet.
Nay! but these are the wounds of Love.
Who hath dared to wound thee?tell me, that I may take my big sword and slay him
You let me play once in your garden, today you shall come with me to my garden, which is Paradise.
Who art thou?
when the children ran in that afternoon, they found the Giant lying dead under the tree