One warm day when the elves were away from home, a giant came into the glen. He was seeking just such a cool place for his afternoon nap.
He was so large and the glen so small that when he lay down he almost filled the valley.
The music of a fairy brook soon lulled him to sleep.
Perhaps you have heard how a giant snores, and how his breath comes in great puffs.
The giant was snoring and puffing when the fairies came towards home.
They heard the strange sound and thought a great storm was brewing.
“There has never been such a wind in the glen,” said the fairy queen.
“We will not go down into it. We must seek shelter for to-night on this hillside.”
Just then they came to the giant’s ear.
“Here is a fine cavern,” the queen said, and she stopped and waved her wand.