“Oh, oh, oh!” he cried with pain, “oh, oh, oh!”
“My, isn’t the tree strong!” cried he; “it can throw Tumtollo to the ground.”
“You are wrong,” creaked the tree. “I am not strong. If I were, could I be uprooted by the wind?”
“Ah, I see,” said Tumtollo, “it is the wind that is strong.
The wind uprooted the tree.
The tree threw Tumtollo to the ground.”
“No, friend, you are wrong,” sighed the wind. “If I were strong, could I be stopped by the hill?”
“Oh, I see now,” said Tumtollo, “it is the hill that is strong.
The hill stopped the wind.