THE FIR TREE

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    "I know no such place，" said the Tree. "But I know the wood， where the sun shines and where the little birds sing." And then he told all about his youth； and the little Mice had never heard the like before； and they listened and said，

    "Well， to be sure！ How much you have seen！ How happy you must have been！"

    "I！" said the Fir Tree， thinking over what he had himself related. "Yes， in reality those were happy times." And then he told about Christmas-eve， when he was decked out with cakes and candles.

    "Oh，" said the little Mice， "how fortunate you have been， old Fir Tree！"

    "I am by no means old，" said he. "I came from the wood this winter； I am in my prime， and am only rather short for my age."

    "What delightful stories you know，" said the Mice： and the next night they came with four other little Mice， who were to hear what the Tree recounted： and the more he related， the more he remembered himself； and it appeared as if those times had really been happy times. "But they may still come——they may still come！ Humpy-Dumpy fell downstairs， and yet he got a princess！" and he thought at the moment of a nice little Birch Tree growing out in the woods： to the Fir， that would be a real charming princess.

    "Who is Humpy-Dumpy？" asked the Mice. So then the Fir Tree told the whole fairy tale， for he could remember every single word of it； and the little Mice jumped for joy up to the very top of the Tree. Next night two more Mice came， and on Sunday two Rats even； but they said the stories were not interesting， which vexed the little Mice； and they， too， now began to think them not so very amusing either.

    "Do you know only one story？" asked the Rats.

    "Only that one，" answered the Tree. "I heard it on my happiest evening； but I did not then know how happy I was."

    "It is a very stupid story！ Don't you know one about bacon and tallow candles？ Can't you tell any larder stories？"

    "No，" said the Tree.

    "Then good-bye，" said the Rats； and they went home.

    At last the little Mice stayed away also； and the Tree sighed： "After all， it was very pleasant when the sleek little Mice sat round me， and listened to what I told them. Now that too is over. But I will take good care to enjoy myself when I am brought out again."

    But when was that to be？ Why， one morning there came a quantity of people and set to work in the loft. The trunks were moved， the tree was pulled out and thrown——rather hard， it is true——down on the floor， but a man drew him towards the stairs， where the daylight shone.

    "Now a merry life will begin again，" thought the Tree. He felt the fresh air， the first sunbeam——and now he was out in the courtyard. All passed so quickly， there was so much going on around him， the Tree quite forgot to look to himself. The court adjoined a garden， and all was in flower； the roses hung so fresh and odorous over the balustrade， the lindens were in blossom， the Swallows flew by， and said， "Quirre-vit！ My husband is come！" but it was not the Fir Tree that they meant.

    "Now， then， I shall really enjoy life，" said he exultingly， and spread out his branches； but， alas， they were all withered and yellow！ It was in a corner that he lay， among weeds and nettles. The golden star of tinsel was still on the top of the Tree， and glittered in the sunshine.

    In the court-yard some of the merry children were playing who had danced at Christmas round the Fir Tree， and were so glad at the sight of him. One of the youngest ran and tore off the golden star.

    "Only look what is still on the ugly old Christmas tree！" said he， trampling on the branches， so that they all cracked beneath his feet.

    And the Tree beheld all the beauty of the flowers， and the freshness in the garden； he beheld himself， and wished he had remained in his dark corner in the loft； he thought of his first youth in the wood， of the merry Christmas-eve， and of the little Mice who had listened with so much pleasure to the story of Humpy-Dumpy.

    "'Tis over——'tis past！" said the poor Tree. "Had I but rejoiced when I had reason to do so！ But now 'tis past， 'tis past！"

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