The bramble-bush formed part of a hedge which ran along the side of an orchard, and presently a horse came sauntering up to the hedge.
“Oh, please help me, sir,” said the fairy. “I’m caught in a bramble-bush, and can’t get out.”
The horse came and looked at her. “That’s a nasty place to be in,” he said. “What will you give me if I get you out?”
“I’ll give you a golden halter and a silver bit,” said the fairy.
The horse shook his head. “It’s not worth it,” he said. “I should scratch my face. My master loves me for my beautiful satin skin, and I really can’t risk spoiling my appearance. Besides, I have some very nice harness of my own. He sees to that. Sorry I can’t be of any assistance.” And he ambled away.
A little later a robin perched on the bramble-bush. “Oh, please, Mr. Robin, won’t you come and help me?” said the fairy. “I can’t get out.”
“What will you give me,” said the robin, “if I help you out?”
“I’ll give you a jacket of gold and slippers of silver,” said the fairy.
“Thank you very much,” said the robin, “but I don’t think that’s quite my style. I have a nice red waistcoat already and I should hate to look gaudy. Besides, I’m tremendously busy. I’ve got a young family to look after, and my wife doesn’t like me to be away long.” And he flew off.