The giant is blind

At Dalton, near Thirsk, Yorkshire, there is a factory. It has recently been rebuilt, but when I was at Dalton six years ago, the old building still existed. In front of the house is a long mound called the “giant’s grave”, and in the mill, you can see a long iron blade like a scythe, but not curved, called the “giant’s grave”. “. knife,” because an extraordinary story is told about this knife. Do you want to hear it? Well, it’s a little short.

There was once a giant at this mill with only one eye in the middle of his forehead, and he ground human bones to make bread. One day, he captured a young man named Jack in Pilmoor, and instead of grinding him in a mill, he made him bite him as his servant and never let him escape. Jack served the giant for seven years and was never allowed a leave of absence. Finally, he couldn’t bear it anymore. Topcliffe Fair is coming up, and Jack pleads that he may be allowed there.

“No, no,” said the giant, “stay home and mind your grinding.”

“I’ve been brooding and ruminating for the past seven years,” Jack said, “and I’ve never had a vacation. Now I will have one, no matter what you say.”

“We’ll see about that,” said the giant.

Well, it was a hot day, and after dinner, the giant lay down with his head in a sack in the factory and dozed off. He was eating in the mill, placing a large loaf of bone bread beside him, and the knife I told you about was in his hand, but his fingers had relaxed in his sleep. Jack grabbed the knife, held it in both hands and stabbed the blade into the giant’s only eye; he woke up with a howl of pain and stood up to block the door. Jack was in trouble again because he couldn’t get out, but he soon found a way to escape them. The giant had a favourite coat, which also lay on the ground when his master went blind. So Jack threw the skin on his back to look like the giant’s dog, even though his dog was sleeping outside in the sun.

“Bow your head, oh,” said Jack.

“It’s his fault, Truncheon,” said the giant, “to that wretched girl I’ve raised for seven years and now has blinded me.”

“Bow, oh,” said Jack and ran on all fours between the giant’s legs, barking until he reached the door. He unbolted it and left and was never seen at Dalton Mill again.

ENGLISH FAIRY TALES EDITED BY JOSEPH JACOBS

The short fairy tales has been changed to be suitable for kids by Miuorini