Once there grew a little pine tree deep in the forest. It had needles that were evergreen. Yet it was glum.
It said, “My needles are not as pretty as leaves. I wish I had golden leaves.” 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. They sparkled in the sunlight and tinkled gently.
But along came a storm, and the glass leaves were all broken. Once more the little tree was bare.
Now it said, “Leaves of gold and grass are pretty. But I wish I had green leaves.” Again its wish was granted and it was covered with pretty green leaves. But then a hungry goat came and ate up all the leaves.
“What a fool I’ve 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.