The Giant with Jars on His Shelves

There once was a giant, who wasn’t really a giant, but he looked like a giant to some.

He wasn’t quite evil, and wasn’t quite nice, and wasn’t quite just in it for fun.

In his house by the lake, which was more like a pond, he lived in complete isolation.

Except for the rather strange snapshots of time, that he captured after a weird kind of fashion.

In his perfectly straight home, that was cleverly crooked, were hundreds of jars kept on shelves.

Inside each of these glass prisons, locked up like sad memories, were a number of unlucky forest elves.

Each elf had been caught, snatched out of thin air, when their home had been spirited away.

To each elf it had seemed like a terrible dream inside of which they were compelled to stay.

They could see out, and the giant could see in, but he wasn’t really a giant as I say.

He was just a lonely man, with magical hand who wanted something to do with his days.

So he collected these folk, and at a stroke brought their everyday lives to an end.

Until this one day, a girl happened to stray by his house looking for her lost friend.

An elf she was not, but inside she did go and the lonely Magician tried to trap her as well.

In horror she did look, on the shelves filled with jars and the little elf eyes staring out.

Their fate made her angry, and she turned on the Magician, kicking him in the shins with a shout.

‘Why you horrible man, how dare you do this, it is time you put this madness to rest!’

And the Magician replied, with tears in his eyes,  ‘then who as a friend will I have best?’

Now the girl thought and thought, and pondered and wondered but then she had an idea.

‘If you let them go, then each week I will visit and a friend in me you will have it is clear.’

‘You would do this for me? A lonely old man?’ asked the Magician, his voice full of doubt.

‘I promise,’ said the girl, as he reached for a jar, letting the first elf out.

One by one each elf was set free, and the girl kept her word, returning each week with more friends.

The moral of this story is simple at best, please don’t put elves in jars, and that is where our story ends.

This story was inspired by the amazing photography of Christoffer Relander. You can see more of his work on his website: