Excerpt from \"The Selfish Giant\" by Oscar Wilde

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A short excerpt from an Oscar Wilde Children's tale featuring a narrator and several characters.

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Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)


North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)


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One day the giant came back. He had been to visit his friend, the Cornish ogre, and it stayed with him for seven years. After the seven years were over, he had said all that he had to say for his conversation was limited and he determined to return to his own castle. When he arrived, he saw the Children playing in the garden water. You're going air, he cried in a very gruff voice, and the Children ran away. My own garden is my own garden, said the giant. Only one can understand that, and I will owe nobody tow plane it but myself. So he built a high wall all around it and put up a notice board. Trespassers will be prosecuted. He was a very selfish giant. The poor Children had now nowhere to play. They tried to play on the road, but the road was very dusty and full of hard stones, and they did not like it. They used to wander around the high wall when their lessons were over and talk about the beautiful garden inside. How happy we were there, they said to each other. Then the spring came, and all over the country. There were little blossoms and little birds Onley in the garden of the selfish giant. It was still winter. The birds did not care to singing. It is there were no Children and the trees forgot to blossom. Once a beautiful flower put its head out from the grass. But when it saw the notice board, it was so sorry for the Children that it slipped back into the ground again and went off to sleep. The only people who were pleased with the snow and the frost spring has forgotten this garden. They cried So we will live here All the around. The snow covered up the grass with her great white cloak and the frost painted all the trees silver. Then they invited the north wind to stay with them and he came. He was wrapped in furs and he roared all day about the garden and blew the chimney pots down. This is a delightful spot, he said. We must ask the hail on a visit. So the hail came every day. For three hours he rattled on the roof of the castle till he broke most of the slates. And then he ran round and round the garden as fast as he could go. He was dressed in gray and his breath was like ice.