| For the Children's Hour|
|by Carolyn Sherwin Bailey|
|A choice collection of stories for the preschool child, carefully selected, adapted, and arranged by two veteran kindergarten teachers. Includes nature stories, holiday stories, fairy tales and fables, as well as stories of home life. Emphasis is placed on fanciful tales for their value in the training of the imagination and on cumulative tales for developing a child's sense of humor and appealing to his instinctive love of rhyme and jingle. Ages 4-7 |
THE LITTLE PINE TREE WHO WISHED FOR NEW LEAVES
Adapted from a German Legend.
OUT in the woods there grew a little pine tree, and its
leaves were long, slender, green needles.
But the little tree did not like its needles.
"I wish that I had beautiful leaves," it thought. "I
wish that I might have leaves different from any of the
other trees. If I could have my wish, I would have
leaves all of shining gold."
After a while it came night, and the little tree went
to sleep, and the Angel of the trees walked through the
woods. In the morning the little tree had leaves of
"How very beautiful I am!" it thought. "How my leaves
sparkle in the sun! Now I shall always be happy!"
Foolish little pine tree! It was not happy for long.
In the night a man came to the woods with a bag.
 He picked off all the gold leaves, and took them home
with him. Then the poor little tree had no leaves.
"What shall I do?" it cried. "I will not wish for gold
"How pretty glass leaves would look! They would
sparkle in the sun, but the man would not take them. I
wish that I could have leaves of glass."
That night the Angel of the trees walked through the
woods again. In the morning, when the sun peeped over
the hill it looked at the little pine tree. All the
other trees looked at it, too.
How beautiful it was! It had glass leaves now, and
they sparkled in the bright sunshine. The little tree
was happy all the morning. But in the afternoon black
clouds hid the sun, and the rain came down. The tree
shivered in the wind.
When the shower was over, there were no glass leaves to
sparkle in the sunshine. The wind had broken every
one, and they lay on the ground under the bare
"I will not wish again to be better than my neighbors,"
cried the pine tree.
"If I had big green leaves like them I should be
happy." Then the tree went to sleep, and once more the
Angel of the trees walked through the woods. When it
was morning the pine looked just like the other trees,
for it had fine, large green leaves.
But the big leaves looked so good and juicy that an old
goat came along, and he ate every one for his dinner.
"Alas!" cried the little tree. "A man took my leaves
of gold. The wind broke my leaves of glass. A goat
ate my large green leaves.
"I wish that I had my long, green needles again!"
 The Angel of the trees was listening to all that
the little pine tree said. The next day the birds flew
to the little tree, and they were happy to see that it
was covered again with long needles.
"Now, we may build our nests here," they said.
"Yes," said the tree. "I will hide your nests with my
needles, and in the winter I will keep you safe and
"Gold leaves, glass leaves, and large green leaves were
very fine; but nothing is so good for a little pine
tree as its own long needles."
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