Snickerty Nick
sleepy head, to see the great Cornish Ogre to ask him why it’s always winter in my garden. It’s spring now and I want flowers in my garden and I don’t understand why they won’t grow. They bloom everywhere except here. I am the great giant, Baron Bill-Arron Bomberrum. And I will have flowers. Look around and see if you can find me even one bud.
[They both look.]
DWARF
I can’t find one. I like my friend Mary’s garden better than yours, although I don’t care for cockle shells and silver bells. Personally, I prefer the pretty maids all in a row.
GIANT
Listen! I shall be gone seven years. Seven is a lucky number. I shall stay only seven years because my conversation is limited.
25
