At last the flax was put in the loom. Soon it became a beautiful piece of white linen.
"This is very wonderful," said the flax. "How foolish the fence post was with its song of—
'Snip, snap, snurre,
Basse, lurre,
The song is ended.'
The song is not ended, I am sure. It has only just begun.
"After all that I have suffered, I am at last made into beautiful linen. How strong and fine I am, and how long and white! This is even better than being a plant bearing flowers. I have never been happier than I am now."
After some time the linen was cut into pieces and sewed with needles. That was not pleasant; but at last there were twelve pretty white aprons.
"See," said the flax, "I have been made into something. Now I shall be of some use in the world. That is the only way to be happy."