'FIE, FOR SHAME!' THEY CRIED TO THE BEECH-LEAVES. 'IT'S YOU THAT ARE KILLING US.'
But the beech shook his long boughs, so that the brown husks fell to the ground:
"Wait till autumn, you little blockheads," he said and laughed. "Then you'll just see."
The anemones could not understand what he meant. But, when they had stretched themselves as far as they could, they cracked in two and withered.
3
Summer was past and the farmer had carted his corn home from the field.
The wood was still green, but darker; and, in many places, yellow and red leaves appeared among the green ones. The sun was tired after his hot work during the summer and went to bed early.
