The Smartest Giant in Town
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the smartest giant in town by Julia Donaldson. George was a giant, the scruffy ist giant in time. He always wore the same pair of old brown sandals and the same old patched up gown. I wish I wasn't the scruffy is giant in town, he said sadly. But one day, George No, just a new shop. It was full of spark clothes. So he bought a smart ****. A smart pair of trousers, a smart belt, a smart stripey tie, some smart socks with diamonds up the sides on a pair of smart, shiny shoes. Now I'm not the scruffy ist giant in town, he proudly said. George left his old clothes behind in the shop. He was about to go home when he heard a sound. On the pavement stood a giraffe who was sniffing sadly. What's the matter? Asked George. It's my neck, said the giraffe. It's so very long and so very cold. I wish I had a long, warm scarf. Cheer up, said George, and he took off his stripey tie. It didn't match my socks anyway, he said as he wound it round and rang the giraffe's neck. It made a wonderful scarf. Thank you said the giraffe. As George strode towards home, he sang to himself. My tie's a scarf for a cold giraffe, but look me up and down. I'm the smartest giant in town. George came to a river on a boat, stood a goat who was bleating loudly. What's the matter? Asked George. It's my sale, said the goat. It blew away in a storm. I wish I had a strong new sail from our boats. Cheer up, said George, and he took off his new white shirt. It kept coming untucked anyway, he said as he tied it to the mast of the goats boat. It made a magnificent sale. Thank you, said the goat. George strode on, singing to himself. My tie's a scarf or a cold giraffe. My shirts on a boat is a sale for a goat, But look me up and down. I'm the smartest giant in town. George came to a tiny, ruined house. Beside the house stood a white mouse with lots of baby mice. They were all squeaking. What's the matter? Asked George. It's a house squeak, the mother mass. It burned down, and now we have nowhere to live. I wish We had a nice new house, cheer up, said George, and he took off one of his shiny shoes. It was giving me blisters anyway, he said, as the mouse and her baby scrambled inside, the shoe made a perfect home for them. Thank you, they squeaked. Jones had to hop along the road now, but he didn't mind. As he hopped, he sang to himself. My ties a scarf for a cold giraffe. My shirts on a boat is a sale for a goat. My shoe is a house for a little white mouse. But look me up and down. I'm the smartest giant in town. George came to a campsite. Beside the tent stood a fox who was crying. What's the matter? Ask George, It's my sleeping bag, said the folks are dropped it in a paddle. I wish I had a warm, dry sleeping bag. Cheer up, said George, and he took off one of his socks with the diamonds up the sides. It was tickling my toes anyway, he said. As the fox snuggled into it, it made a very fine sleeping bag. Thank you, said the faults George hopped on, singing to himself. My tie's a scarf for a cold giraffe. My shirts on a boat is a sale for a goat. My shoe is a house for a little white mouse of one of my socks is a bed for a fox. But look me up in name. I'm the smartest giant in town. George came to a big, squelching bog. Beside the bog stood a dog who was howling. What's the matter? Ask George. It's this boat, said the dog. I need to get across by King and stuck in the mud. I wish there was a safe, dry path. Cheer up, said George, and he took off his smart belt. It was squashing my tummy anyway, he said as he laid it down over the bog. It made an excellent path. Thank you, said the dog. The wind started to blow, but George didn't mind. He hopped on, singing to himself. My tie is a scarf or a cold giraffe. My shirts on a boat is a sale for a goat. My shoe is a house for a little white Max of one of my socks is a bed for a fox. My belt helped a dog who is crossing a bug but my trousers are falling down. I'm the coldest giant in town. Suddenly George felt sad and shivering and not at all smart. He stood on one foot and thought, I'll have to go back to the shop and buy some more clothes. He decided he turned round and hot A ll the way back to the shop. But when he got there, it was closed. Oh, no cry, Jorge. He sank down onto the door, Step on a tear and Dave his nose. He felt too sad as all the animals he had bet on his way home. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bag with something familiar poking out of the top. George took a closer look. My down, He yelled, My dear old down and sandals. George put them on. They felt wonderfully comfortable. I'm the cosiest giant in time he cried and he danced back home along the road outside his front door stood a ll the animals he has helped. They were carrying an enormous present. Come on, George. They said Open it. Georgia tied the ribbon. Inside was a beautiful gold paper. Crime on the card. Look inside the car, George said. The animals George put the crown on his head and open the card inside. It said, Your tie is a scarf or a cold giraffe. Your shirts on a boat is a sale for a goat. Your shoe is a house for a little white match, said one of your socks is a bed for a fox. You're about helped a dog who was crossing a bog. So here is a very fine crown to go with your sandals and gown off the kind ist giant in time the end.