THE SELFISH GIANT by Juan Sebastián Vanegas rodriguez

THE SELFISH GIANT

THE SELFISA GIANT

AUTOR: OSCAR WILDE

My garden is my garden , said the selfish gaint ,

“no one can play in it.

Only me so he buit a nigh wall round it.

When giant went away for seven years, the children played in his garden every afternoon on their way backform school. It was a larse an lo vely garden beatiful flowers grew in the spring the fruit trees were covered with red an whiet flowers and ater in the year wonderful froit grew on them.

Then one day the giant came back he saw the children playing in his garden. What are you doing here ? He shouted in a very loud voice. The children ran way.

The spring came, and there were flowers and Little birds all over the coontry. But in the garden of the selfish giant it was stil winter. The birds dia not sing in it because there were no children . The tres for got to grow Flowers. Snow covered the Grass.

The giant was lying in bed one morning when he Heard some beatiful music. A Little bird was singing outsid in his window.

His garden was full of children! They were climbing up into the trees, a very small buy was standing in the corner , he could not climb that tree. He was criing.

I hove been very selfish! Said the giant Now khow why the spring did not come here. He went opened the dout and went out into the garden All the children ran away expect the Little buy carefully in his hand and put him up into the tree Then the tree was suddenly covered with came and sang in it The Little buy put hisarms round the giant s neck and kissed him.

Every afternoon ofter school the childrreen came and played with the giant. But the giant s favourt

Little buy did not come again. The gaint was very kind to the other children.

Years passed and the giant came very old weak. He could not play in the garden now.

One mornig, when he was dressing himself, he looked out ofthe window. It was Winter but he didn t hate Winter now.

The spring was only sleeping and the flowers were were only resting. Suddenly he opened his eyes wide. He looked and looked again. In the far corner of the garden a tree was covered with beatiful whit flowers and wonderful fruits, and the litle buy was standing undert the tree.

The giant ran into the garden the his fase became red and anfry who has hurty you ? He said. There was blood on the child s hands, and on his Little peet, who has hort you ?

Cried the giant, tell me and Will kill him!. No, said the child. This pain is the pain of love.

Who are you Asked the giant. He was afraid, and went down on his knees sin front of the Little child. You helped meto play in your garden said the child today you Will come with me to my garden in the sky. That afternoon the children came into the garden. They found the giant lying dead under the tree. He was covered with White flowers.