It blew and it blew.
It blew the glass leaves together and broke them all to pieces.
The little pine tree was bare again.
"I don't want glass leaves," said the little tree. "I want leaves that will not break. Perhaps green leaves are best, after all, but I want leaves. I don't want needles."
The little tree went to sleep.
The fairy came by again and said:
"This little tree wants green leaves. It shall have them."
Next morning when the tree woke up it was covered with green leaves.
"This is fine!" said the tree. "Now I am like the other trees, but more beautiful."