The Flying Trunk (6)

The Flying Trunk (6)

" Oh, certainly, " he replied, and began:

" Now, listen attentively.

 There  was once a box of matches which lay between a tinder box and an old iron pot, and they told the story of their youth.

" We used to be on the green fir boughts.  Every morning and evening we had diamond tea, which was dew, and all day long we had sunshine, and the little birds used to tell us the stories.
We were rich, because the other trees only dressed in summer, but we had green dresses in summer and winter.

Then the woodcutter came, and our family was  split up.
We have now the task of making light for the lowest people.
That is why we grand people are in the kitchen. "

" My fate was quite different, " said the iron pot, near which the matches lay.

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