Something made me recall this story about the man (was it a giant, I wondered) who built a wall around his castle, and winter came and didn't leave. I recalled Snow White, a woman with a flowing white cape who encircled his home and her cape became snow on the ground. There was Jack Frost as well, then the North Wind appeared, like a flying viking. And finally, there was Hail, a man in a tin suit of armor who danced on the roof and shingles. Spring, likewise, was in human form, as a young girl who tries to enter the garden but cannot because of the wall. It must be 30 years since I last saw this story, truly one of a kind, not in the Rankin-Bass or Hanna Barbera mold. I just took a crack all of a sudden that it was a Giant and typed in the Selfish Giant, and there it came. Wow. Definitely a winner. Still remember him tearing down that wall.
Review of The Selfish Giant
