There was a little pine tree deep in the forest. It had needles that were evergreen. Yet, it was glum. It said, “My needles are not so pretty as leaves. I wish I had golden leaves!” The next morning, it found its wish had been granted. It had shining golden leaves. A man, passing by, saw the golden leaves and started plucking them. Soon, the little pine tree was stripped bare. It again said, “I was wrong. I wish I had glass leaves. They would look pretty and no one would steal them.” The next morning, the tree saw that it was covered with glass leaves. But along came a storm, and all the glass leaves shattered. Once more, the little tree was bare. “What a fool I have been!” sighed the little pine tree, “My needles were the best for me. I wish I could have them back again.” Fortunately, the little pine tree was granted its wish once again and it got back its pretty needles.
The Little Pine Tree
