2924. Boy Giant © Bruce Goodman 4 December 2023

This is the fifth of a week’s retelling of traditional folk tales. Hopefully the stories are not well-known ones. They will be told in my own words, so some details perhaps might be changed a bit here and there. My favourite type of folk tales are the ones that don’t try to teach us all a good lesson! This little boy wasn’t little at all. In fact he was the son of giants and was a giant himself. One day as he was walking along he came across a great city, and as every boy does, he trampled all over it, squashing all sorts of buildings including the cathedral. Then he saw something amazing. There were little people hurrying and scurrying here and there. He grabbed a half dozen or so and stuffed them in his pockets to be used later as toys. When he got home he showed them to his mother. His mother said, “You naughty boy. Take them back at once and leave them in their homes where they belong.” The boy giant returned the little people to their squashed city and for luck he pee-ed all over it. Contact Author Back to Index Next Story Previous Story