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THE GREAT STONE FACE  was one of the "must read " stories during our high school days because it was included in our high - school English Literature textbook..It was written by the noted American writer, Nathaniel Hawthorne.. THE GREAT STONE FACE is the name I called a certain sculpture bought my Miguelita recently to fill up the void left by a thief who stole the pixie statue situated under the window of our house. My grand daughter Emma, when she heard about the incident in dismay said.."Darned that guy to heck.." Very well said.. "Out from the mouths of babes.." A month later Miguelita saw this stone face and she took  fancy to it.. Maybe it is due to the similarity of the face to Jude Law or the fact that it is a very unique garden piece. "This thing will be hard to swipe," she said. "Hope he will break his nuts doing another rip off job in my property." The stone face must weigh about 100 kilos. So it is there now. Just in time for Halloween. It is supposed to be a gigantic flowering pot. The scalp serves as the vestibule for a container of vines, ferns or flowering plant ( like the one which used ) On October 31, it will be his night..With lights, candles and canned sound effects..No pumpkins in our front yard. Just him, THE GREAT STONE FACE. In spirit of the Hawarthone short story, I will decorate that space below him with a string of small lighted houses, representing the Village that was below the Face on the mountain.. Next Christmas, he will sport a red hat and a white flowing beard....   The 2 children perpetually admiring the gigantic countenance   A few stone animals arealso keeping him company.   A closer look at the guy.. Yep, his similarity to Jude Law is discernable. The artist must be a fan of his... Getting ready for Halloween! The last photo  of the pixie statue with Rain taken last August .... ############################# Here is the  first paragraph of the aforementioned American  short story. If you want to read the complete narrative, Google THE GREAT STONE FACE or Nathaniel Hawthorne..   One afternoon, when the sun was going down, a mother and her little boy sat at the door of their cottage, talking about the Great Stone Face. They had but to lift their eyes, and there it was plainly to be seen, though miles away, with the sunshine brightening all its features. And what was the Great Stone Face? Embosomed amongst a family of lofty mountains, there was a valley so spacious that it contained many thousand inhabitants. Some of these good people dwelt in log-huts, with the black forest all around them, on the steep and difficult hillsides. Others had their homes in comfortable farmhouses, and cultivated the rich soil on the gentle slopes or level surfaces of the valley. Others, again, were congregated into populous villages, where some wild, highland rivulet, tumbling down from its birthplace in the upper mountain region, had been caught and tamed by human cunning, and compelled to turn the machinery of cotton-factories. The inhabitants of this valley, in short, were numerous, and of many modes of life. But all of them, grown people and children, had a kind of familiarity with the Great Stone Face, although some possessed the gift of distinguishing this grand natural phenomenon more perfectly than many of their neighbors. ********************************