Every afternoon, the children would return from school and head straight to the garden of the Giant. It was a magnificent garden, where they played joyfully, surrounded by the beauty of nature. The children would often pause their games to listen to the melodious songs of the birds.

The Giant had been visiting his friend, the Cornish Ogre, for seven years. Upon his return, he found children playing in his garden. "What are you doing here?" he bellowed in a rough voice, sending the children scattering in fear. "My garden is my own," he declared, deciding to keep it for himself.

The Giant built a high wall around his garden and put up a sign that forbade entry. The children, sad and with no place to play, would talk about the wonderful times they had in the garden. "How beautiful it was," they would reminisce, longing for the days of laughter and joy.

Without the children, the garden fell into a perpetual winter. The birds no longer sang, and the flowers failed to bloom. The only visitors were the Snow and the Frost, who delighted in the endless cold. The North Wind roared through the garden, and even the Hail came to stay. The Giant, watching from his window, wondered why Spring had not arrived.