Soon a goat came down the valley.
"These leaves look good," said the goat.
So he ate them all up.
The little pine tree was bare again.
"I think I don't want leaves after all," said the little pine tree. "Gold leaves are beautiful, but men carry them away. Glass leaves are beautiful, but the wind breaks them. Green leaves are beautiful, but goats eat them. My old green needles were best. I wish I could have them back."
The little pine tree went to sleep.
The fairy came by again, and said:
"This little tree has found out that needles were best for it after all. It shall have them back."
Next morning the tree woke up and had the old green needles again.
Then it was happy.