The Little Tree That Longed For Other Leaves

: ARBOR DAY
: Good Stories For Great Holidays

BY FRIEDRICH RUCHERT (TRANSLATED)



There was a little tree that stood in the woods through both good and

stormy weather, and it was covered from top to bottom with needles

instead of leaves. The needles were sharp and prickly, so the little

tree said to itself:--



"All my tree comrades have beautiful green leaves, and I have only sharp

needles. No one will touch me. If I could have a wish I wo
ld ask for

leaves of pure gold."



When night came the little tree fell asleep, and, lo! in the morning it

woke early and found itself covered with glistening, golden leaves.



"Ah, ah!" said the little tree, "how grand I am! No other tree in the

woods is dressed in gold."



But at evening time there came a peddler with a great sack and a long

beard. He saw the glitter of the golden leaves. He picked them all and

hurried away leaving the little tree cold and bare.



"Alas! alas!" cried the little tree in sorrow; "all my golden leaves

are gone! I am ashamed to stand among the other trees that have such

beautiful foliage. If I only had another wish I would ask for leaves of

glass."



Then the little tree fell asleep, and when it woke early, it found

itself covered with bright and shining leaves of glass.



"Now," said the little tree, "I am happy. No tree in the woods glistens

like me."



But there came a fierce storm-wind driving through the woods. It struck

the glass, and in a moment all the shining leaves lay shattered on the

ground.



"My leaves, my glass leaves!" moaned the little tree; "they lie broken

in the dust, while all the other trees are still dressed in their

beautiful foliage. Oh! if I had another wish I would ask for green

leaves."



Then the little tree slept again, and in the morning it was covered with

fresh, green foliage. And it laughed merrily, and said: "Now, I need not

be ashamed any more. I am like my comrades of the woods."



But along came a mother-goat, looking for grass and herbs for herself

and her young ones. She saw the crisp, new leaves; and she nibbled, and

nibbled, and nibbled them all away, and she ate up both stems and tender

shoots, till the little tree stood bare.



"Alas!" cried the little tree in anguish, "I want no more leaves,

neither gold ones nor glass ones, nor green and red and yellow ones! If

I could only have my needles once more, I would never complain again."



And sorrowfully the little tree fell asleep, but when it saw itself in

the morning sunshine, it laughed and laughed and laughed. And all the

other trees laughed, too, but the little tree did not care. Why did they

laugh? Because in the night all its needles had come again! You may see

this for yourself. Just go into the woods and look, but do not touch the

little tree. Why not? BECAUSE IT PRICKS.



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