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She saw I did not understand. "The giants were not made always," she resumed. "If a Little One doesn't care, he grows greedy, and then lazy, and then big, and then stupid, and then bad. The dull creatures don't know that they come from us. Very few of them believe we are anywhere. They say NONSENSE! Look at little Blunty: he is eating one of their apples! He will be the next!
I saw a few grave faces among the bigger ones, but he did not seem to be much missed. The next morning Lona came to me and whispered, "Look! look there by that quince-tree: that is the giant that was Blunty! Would you have known him?" "Never," I answered. " But now you tell me, I could fancy it might be Blunty staring through a fog! He DOES look stupid!"
"Never mind about the word; tell me what next will happen to Blunty." "He will wake one morning and find himself a giant not like you, good giant, but like any other bad giant. You will hardly know him, but I will tell you which. He will think he has been a giant always, and will not know you, or any of us. The giants have lost themselves, Peony says, and that is why they never smile.
"He is for ever eating those apples now!" she said. "That is what comes of Little Ones that WON'T be little!" "They call it growing-up in my world!" I said to myself. "If only she would teach me to grow the other way, and become a Little One! Shall I ever be able to laugh like them?" I had had the chance, and had flung it from me! Blunty and I were alike!
"In one of their houses," continued Lona, "sits the biggest and fattest of them so proud that nobody can see him; and the giants go to his house at certain times, and call out to him, and tell him how fat he is, and beg him to make them strong to eat more and grow fat like him." The rumour at length reached my ears that Blunty had vanished.
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