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Hello would you like a story a story from the story bag lets see what clues we are going
to get we have got a stone a twig and a piece of string now then a stone a twig and a piece
of string They were so big their foot prints would flatten the corn in the farmer’s fields
and their breath would stir the leaves of the trees and ruffle the hair of passers by
Most of the time they lived happily together but, as brothers do, sometimes they
would quarrel over silly things – like the length of a piece of string, or who had built
the best castle
Then the air would become dark with their mood and the sky would rumble with their angry
words
On one such day they were arguing and their words, as hot and sharp as lightning, flashed
between them
Suddenly, one brother stooped and picked up a stone and flung it. It hit his brother on
the head. His blood splattered over the bushes as he fell to the ground
The air became still and cold as the brother saw what he had done. He ran to the boy and
picked him up, and held him gently whilst he stemmed the blood and vowed never, ever,
ever to loose his temper again
And every year he is reminded of his promise. The sharp thorns of the twigs remind him of
their angry words, the red berries on the bush each autumn reminded him of his brother’s
blood and in the spring the soft white blossoms on the bush reminded him of his promise
Every year you can see where the giants have walked through the farmer’s wheat
fields and left their foot prints, and feel their breath ruffle your hair and stir the
leaves of the trees Sometimes you can hear the rumble of angry words, but every year
the brothers promise never top lose their temper when they argue
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