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Hans Christian Andersen: Andersen's Fairy Tales5. THE FIR TREE (continued)"Squeak! Squeak!" said a little Mouse, at the same moment, peeping out of his hole. And then another little one came. They snuffed about the Fir Tree, and rustled among the branches. "It is dreadfully cold," said the Mouse. "But for that, it would be delightful here, old Fir, wouldn't it?" "I am by no means old," said the Fir Tree. "There's many a one considerably older than I am." "Where do you come from," asked the Mice; "and what can you do?" They were so extremely curious. "Tell us about the most beautiful spot on the earth. Have you never been there? Were you never in the larder, where cheeses lie on the shelves, and hams hang from above; where one dances about on tallow candles: that place where one enters lean, and comes out again fat and portly?" "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. This is page 54 of 158. [Marked] This title is on Your Bookshelf. Buy a copy of Andersen's Fairy Tales at Amazon.com
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