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 [''The Little Boy runs in laughing. The children gather around him and draw him into the center''.]

Isn’t the Giant’s garden a lovely garden to play in?

Will you be puss?

Yes, I’ll be puss.

[The giant is heard in the distance.]

The Giant! The Giant! The Giant is coming; he’ll gobble us up.

Who is in my garden? My own garden is my own garden. I will allow nobody to play in it but myself.