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�Perhaps they will listen and learn a better way from us. Perhaps we can convince these younger, more thoughtful giants,� the wizards said. The other little people agreed. So,

it came to pass that in the hills, forests, meadows and mountains, by streams, rivers, lakes, and springs, a young giant might sometimes see or feel a wee little person nearby. The young giants listened carefully to what was being told to them by the little people. They began to see a new way.

Sometimes the wiser of the giants would hear a tale told by the Wizards, spoken softly on a breeze, or in painted on the sky.

Many of the more thoughtful giants were saddened by what had been done to the world. The looked around at the mess that had been made, they decided to put things right again.

They began by cleaning up the rivers and streams. The made laws to keep more garbage from being put into the water and air that all needed to live.

They took only what they needed from the forests, and encouraged the others to find new materials to build their homes and cities. Then they asked for help in planting trees to replace what had been lost.

They learned to honor the animals that helped them survive and learned the magic of the plants and herbs for healing. Soon many more giants wanted to learn the new ways. It would take a long time to teach them all there was to learn. But it was a good start. The Wizards were hopeful that the giants could learn to cooperate with each other instead of fighting all the time. Some of the giants even learned to make magic and music and used it to teach the others.

The giants began to listen to the voices of the river Sprite; they heard the voice of the Pixie in each animal�s call or bird�s song. The giants began to see the faces of the Fairies in every beautiful flower and tree. They opened their ears to the wisdom of the Wizards in the sound of the wind, the roar of the waterfall and the quiet of the falling snow. The little people soon felt safe again.

The Elves returned to the newly planted forests, the Dwarves again dug holes in the side of the mountains and gathered the discarded weapons to use in making new tools. The Brownies mischievously played in the valleys and hillsides, allowing themselves to be seen once again.

Even with all the cooperation between the little people and the giants, some still would try to destroy instead of rebuild the world. The little people are always there, watching and teaching their lessons to those who will listen and hear.

So, if you are ever out in the world;

Listen for their voices.

Look carefully under the rocks, or up in a tree. Sit next to a babbling brook and quietly observe, perhaps you will see one, riding on a dragonfly or sitting on the back of a bullfrog.

Their voices are calling you to protect and preserve what the earth so generously gives.

Their voices are asking you to be thankful and honor all living things.

They would share the magic of it all with you, if you dare.


Debra Carey retains all rights to this material.

 Story for Giants

Long ago, in the days when everything was brand new, the world was filled with happy, magical little people.

There were beautiful, graceful Elves who built their homes in the branches of the tall ash trees.

They tended the grapevines and fruit and nut trees, they made merry music with flutes and fiddles. Many of the other little people asked them to play their music and sing their songs. They were storytellers all.

There were strong, stout Dwarves who made their homes in the mountain caves and mined the metals and gemstones from deep within the earth.

The Dwarves made shiny cups and bowels, shovels and axes, knives and spoons, tools for all to use, but they were most proud of the fine jewelry they made using the colorful gemstones.

There were mischievous, hardworking Brownies, who lived in the thickets, meadows and hillsides. They kept flocks of ducks and geese and herds of sheep. They spun the wool given by sheep into clothing and blankets for all.

The Brownies grew gardens full of melons, squash, beans and corn. They tended fields of oats and barley, but they were best known for the delicious honey drink they brewed.

There were the little Fairies who knew the magic of the woodland plants, herbs and trees.

There were tiny Pixies who knew the magic of the animals, birds and bugs.

There were wee little Sprites who knew the magic of the streams, rivers, lakes and springs.

Then there were the Ancient Wizards who taught all the others the wisdom which they held in trust; ancient crafts, and epic poems. The Wizards understood fairness and order as well and taught all who wanted to learn.

Once a year, in autumn, everyone met for trading and feasting. The Elves brought the fruit of the trees, nuts and berries and herbs from the forest. They played music for all to dance and sing along.

The Dwarves brought the tools, utensils and jewelry they had made. The Brownies especially loved the shiny gemstones the Dwarves had used to make the jewelry.

The Brownies brought the vegetables, fruit and grains they had grown. The brought duck and goose eggs, woolen clothing and blankets, but most especially favored by the others was the honey drink they brought to share.

The Wizards held lessons and contests for those attending the feast. They taught the crafts and skills they knew and judged what was fair when there were any disagreements.

All the little people ate and danced and enjoyed the company of others. Everyone traded for what each needed and desired.

All was well with the world. Everyone was happy and content. It was a pleasant world filled with beauty and knowledge and plenty.

Then one year there came reports of giants in the land. The Fairies told of trees found cut down, the Pixies told of animals hiding in fear, the Sprites told of rivers and streams filled with garbage!

The Dwarves reported their stores of gems and precious metals were being stolen.

The Brownies cried that their gardens and fields had been trampled. The Elves told of noisy cities built were sacred forests once stood.

The Wizards called for calm, but fear filled the little people�s hearts. Food was scarce, clean water was hard to find. Their world was no longer so pleasant!

So it came to pass that each took their families and hid, the Elves hid in the darkest, deepest forests.

The Dwarves hid in the deepest caves. The Brownies dug holes in the hillsides. Not one of them ventured out into the wide world without first making themselves invisible.

The Fairies, Pixies, and Sprites used their magic to stay hidden inside the trees, or made their shapes like those of the animals, fish and birds within the forests, lakes and trees.

The mighty Wizards even took flight on the wind and hid amongst the clouds.

It took only a short time for the giants to overtake completely, the whole world of the little people. They tore up the ground, used up most of the trees, polluted almost all of the water, they hunted the animals until all hid in fear from them.

Cities full of giants were built, roads were made, tall buildings blocked out the sunshine. They grabbed up all the gold, silver and gemstones for themselves and grew rich with power trading them for useless things. They burned the blood of the earth, filling the air with noxious fumes that burned the eyes of all.

They used the metals that once were only used for tools for weapons and fought amongst themselves, bringing even more fear into the world.

Years and years of this went by, until the earth was almost ruined. The Wizards proposed a plan. Instead of staying hidden, they should summon every ounce of courage they possessed. They would observe carefully the young giants and find those who were more thoughtful, they would find giants who perhaps might listen to them.

It was time for something to be done, and fast, or all would be lost!

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