An entry for 'The Beauty Of The Ugly' theme organised by Bifrost (please visit at www.bifrostfantasy.com) . This is one of Oscar Wilde's much beloved fairy tales, about the selfish, ugly, giant with a beautiful garden who shut out all the children by building a wall and found that spring never came to his garden. Then, one morning, the children came through a hole in the wall and climbed up the trees, and the snow started melting and the trees started blooming. The giant, very moved, came out to tear down the wall, but the children ran away, all except for one boy, who was crying because he wasn't tall enough to reach the tree. 'Only the little boy did not run, for his eyes were so full of tears that he did not see the Giant coming. And the Giant stole up behind him and took him gently in his hand, and put him up into the tree. And the tree broke at once into blossom, and the birds came and sang on it, and the boy stretched out his two arms and flung them round the Giant's neck, and kissed him. And the other children, when they saw that the Giant was not wicked any longer, came running back, and with them came the Spring. 'It is your garden now, little children,' said the Giant, and he took a great axe and knocked down the wall. And when the people were going to market at twelve o'clock they found the Giant playing with the children in the most beautiful garden they had ever seen.'