One morning the Giant was lying in bed. He heard sweet music. A little bird was singing outside his window. He had not heard a bird in his garden for many years. He jumped up and looked outside. What did he see? Through a small hole in the wall, the children had come back. They were sitting in the trees. The trees were happy and covered themselves with blossoms again. Birds were flying and singing. Flowers were laughing in the green grass. It was beautiful. But in one corner it was still winter. A little boy stood there. He was too small to climb the tree. The tree was still covered with snow.