By HB (15 years old)
Everyone was screaming at the top of their voices. Running as fast as their legs could carry them, the villagers darted in different directions like headless chickens. There was such a great commotion that one would wonder what was actually happening. However, if one realised the reason for the chaos, he too, would have behaved exactly the same way. He would scream his lungs out, his face would turn as pale as a sheet and he would flee from the gigantic creature that could easily crush him like a bug.
The said creature was a giant named Jason who was despised by every villager. He had the ugliest face in the world and his back was hunched. His voice was as loud as thunder and he was so grungy that his whole body was covered with a layer of filthy dirt. Thus, he lived alone in a dark, dreary cave. Though he may look like a terrible monster, he actually had a kind and loving heart. He was even ready to forgive the folks who had jeered at his hideous looks.
One day as Jason was roaming around the mountain, he saw a small child with his family. He smiled inwardly as he noticed how excited the boy was. Suddenly, a thunderous sound came from the mountaintop. Before long, a massive rock rolled down from above, towards the family. Despite his size, he moved with amazing speed to save the family. Grabbing the boulder with his large hands, he picked it up and hurled it into the air, just like Superman.
“Are you alright?” asked the giant in his loud voice. “Yes, we are. Thank you for saving us,” said the boy gratefully. “Oh, your hands are bleeding!” he exclaimed on seeing dark red blood dripping off from the giant’s hands. “Don’t mind that, it’s just a small injury,” replied the giant. However, the anxious boy and his family urged the giant to have his wounds treated at their village. Jason politely declined their offer at first but gave in to their persistent urgings in the end.
The villagers were terrified at the sight of Jason. Screams of terror reverberated through the air. The farmers used their rakes to defend themselves. The bedlam died down when the family explained the situation to them. The people began to warm up to the giant. Soon, everybody crowded around Jason as the village medicine man dressed his wounds.
“I just don’t know what to say. You are… you are too kind to me,” said the giant with tears flowing down his cheeks.
“We ought to apologise to you. We mocked you badly in the past,” one of the villagers said.
“Aye, and yet you helped one of our own today,” added an elder, nodding sagely.
“I say, you are a marvellous giant!” a young boy declared.
Everyone present nodded in genial agreement. Hot tears streamed down Jason’s face. He was so touched that he sank onto his knees and bawled like a baby. Nobody had shown him any kindness before. Jason spent that night in the village. Not wanting to outstay his welcome, he decided to return home the next day. When he was just about to leave, someone called his name. “Jason! Jason! Wait a moment! We want you to live with us!” announced the boy that he had rescued the day before.
Once again, the giant was so greatly moved that his whole body shook like a leaf. He thanked the boy and his family profusely. He was no longer alone in the world – he had a family!
The moral of the story is “Kindness begets kindness”. So why not treat everyone well and have an act of kindness come back in the way we least expected it.