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Stories of the Giving Man

Stories of the Giving Man
By Doug Wilson
2003~
{Work in progress}
All Rights Reserved
By the Author

For Linda,
Who makes every day special… and more treasured than the last… and for our children & all children everywhere.

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    The Giving Man

Long ago and far away, in a distant land across the deep blue sea, there was a little village where the people lived peacefully together in harmony- with their world and, more importantly, with each other.
It was a magical time when elves still dwelt within the deepest forests and fairies danced in the meadows on moonlit nights. A time when wizards roamed the countryside, making certain that everything kept working in its way, and dragons still lurked within the caves of the Purple Mountains.
Outside the village in a small untidy cottage, deep in the heart of the Shady Woods, lived a gentle soul that the villagers called ‘the Giving Man.’ The Giving Man stayed mostly by himself, singing songs, writing stories and verse and making marvelous things from bits of glass, rocks and metals… things to dazzle the eyes and songs and stories to excite the mind.
Whenever someone from the village was feeling sad they would take the twisty path through the Shady Woods to visit the Giving Man. They knew that they could find comfort there and whatever they needed would be theirs for the asking. A song to lighten their hearts’ sorrows, a verse to draw pictures in their minds, or a trinket or treasure to capture the sunshine and brighten their day, all were there for the asking, for the Giving Man never said ‘no.’ Sometimes the answer was ‘perhaps’ or sometimes the answer was ‘return again tomorrow’ but the answer was never ‘no.’ That just wasn’t his way.
Dark days of trouble came upon the land and the people of the village began to visit more often. The Giving Man never turned anyone away and the villagers were always welcomed with a song or a story, especially the children who held a special place within the heart of the Giving Man. For he remembered the days of his childhood with sadness.
His father had left the family behind to follow the road to adventure when the Giving Man was but a small child and his mother was taken from him soon after that when her carriage overturned and she was lost from the living world. The giving Man had made a promise then that when he was grown no other child should suffer such sadness if there was anything he could do to help… and he was a man of his word and honor.
As the number of the Days of Darkness increased the number of visitors to the cottage in the Shady Woods also grew. There were days when there were more villagers on the path and in the Shady Woods and in the cottage than there were in the village. As their sadness deepened and their worries increased they asked for more and more of the Giving Man… more stories, more songs, more verses, more treasures… there was no end of their asking. Sometimes the answer was ‘ perhaps’ and sometimes the answer was ‘return again tomorrow’ but the Giving Man always found something for everyone in need, especially the children. He remembered his promise and the children were always the first to be cared for. here were special songs and special stories and special treasures to gladden the heart of the saddest child and on moonless nights there were fireworks for everyone… wondrous, magical fireworks!
There were rockets that soared high into the deep blue, moonless nights, so high that the children nearly fell backward looking up at them as they exploded in bright kaleidoscoping colors and patterns and glistened like hoarfrost diamonds falling from tattered tree branches in late winter morning sunshine’s melting warmth. There were songbird shells that chirped and twittered in mockingbirds’ song, like a forest alive with the voices of a thousand different birds and joined together in joyous singing on a bright Springtime morning. There were Dragon screamers! very special rockets that roared into the darkness with a sound that made your heart stop in fearful anticipation. It was the sound of the muffled beat of webbed dragon’s wings beating against the night sky combined with that fearsome screech that pierced the very soul of even the bravest of dragon-slayers… a sound that started slow and low and increased in pitch and intensity until your entire body shook in awesome realization of its source and as the Dragon rockets screamed into the night they flew in crazed, erratic spirals, ever higher, reaching right up to the very stars before swooping back down low and exploding in giant fireballs of light and wondrous noise like deep-bellied dragon’s thunder right over the heads of the villagers, the ashes turning into floating golden butterflies of light that drifted away in the breeze. Those were the Giving Man’s favorites!
It became a new tradition for the people of the village, a monthly time of sharing for everyone. Even as the Giving Man was growing concerned that he might be unable to continue his giving this New Moon’s Feasting, as it grew to be called, began to work a wondrous change in the hearts of the villagers…
They began to understand that the journey was nearly as rewarding as the songs and the stories and the treasures and even the fireworks! They began to look forward with eager anticipation to the journey and the conversations shared while walking the twisty path through the Shady Woods. They grew closer to one another and they relied less on the Giving Man and more on one another… and this brought happiness to the heart of the Giving Man, for this is how life should be… families growing closer and neighbor helping neighbor. And as the happiness grew it helped the village grow as it drew more families from the darker corners of the Faraway Lands. And Peace came once again to the hearts of all who dwelt there.

Stories of the Giving Man

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Mansfield, United States

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a collection of stories for children of all ages that delight in jouneys of imagination and flights of fancy

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