human
Now it's winter outside, thought the Tree.
gpt
The earth is hard and covered with snow, and people cannot plant me; therefore I suppose I'm to be sheltered here until spring comes. How considerate that is! How good people are! If it were only not so dark here, and so terribly solitary! Not even a little hare! It was pretty out there in the wood, when the snow lay thick and the hare sprang past; yes, even when he jumped over me; but then I did not like it. It is terribly lonely up here!
human
Piep! Piep!
gpt
It's horribly cold, said the two little Mice,
human
I'm not old at all, said the Fir Tree.
gpt
There are many much older than I.
human
Where do you come from? asked the Mice.
gpt
And what do you know?
human
Tell us about the most beautiful spot on the earth. Have you been there? Have you been in the storeroom, where cheeses lie on the shelves, and hams hang from the ceiling; where one dances on tallow candles, and goes in thin and comes out fat?
gpt
I don't know that, replied the Tree;
human
What a number of things you have seen! How happy you must have been!
gpt
I? replied the Fir Tree; and it thought about what it had told.
human
Yes, those were really quite happy times.
gpt
Oh! said the little Mice,
human
I'm not old at all, said the Tree.
gpt
I came out of the wood only this winter. I'm only rather backward in my growth.
human
What splendid stories you can tell!
gpt
Those were quite merry days. But they may come again. Klumpey-Dumpey fell downstairs, and yet he married the princess. Perhaps I may marry a princess, too!
human
Who's Klumpey-Dumpey?