II
In the morning the pine tree had leaves of gold.
“How happy I am!” said the pine tree.
“See what pretty leaves I have!”
Soon a man came into the woods.
He put all the gold leaves into a bag.
Then the poor tree had no leaves.
“Oh! What shall I do?” said the tree.
“I do not like gold leaves.
I wish I had leaves of glass.”
Again it was night.
The little pine tree went to sleep.