In the middle of a sprawling city, where towers scratched the clouds and cars honked all night, lived Hugo the Gardening Giant. He was taller than the tallest building and wore a coat patched with moss and clover. No one knew where Hugo came from, but every morning he tended the tiny gardens hidden between skyscrapers. He watered rooftop carrots with teardrops from passing clouds and coaxed vines up telephone poles with a whistle. Children watched from windows as Hugo planted sunflowers in potholes and tucked strawberries into crumbling bricks. But city folk were too busy to notice—until one spring, a great drought struck. The parks turned brown and even the weeds wilted. Hugo felt the city’s sadness, so he gathered his animal friends—a family of pigeons, a wise old fox, and a band of mice—and together, they started planting everywhere: on balconies, bus stops, even the old railway tracks. Slowly, green spread like a smile. Bees returned, and birds sang in the trees Hugo grew from cracks in the sidewalk. At last, the city woke up. People stepped outside to find flowers blooming on their doorsteps and fresh strawberries for breakfast. Grateful, they joined Hugo, and together, they transformed their city into a living jungle. From then on, no one ever doubted the power of one gardener—and the friends who helped him— to change the world, even if that world was made of stone.