I flew to the factory. They used Mr Tree to make matches.
Grass said, "Some workers cut Mr Tree down and took him to a factory."
I flew to the village. I saw a girl beside a fire.
Spring came, I missed Mr Tree. I flew back to the forest. I saw no trees.
She used the last match to make the fire.
Then they took the matches to a village.
Once upon a time, there was a fir tree (杉树) in a forest. It was short and thin. Children and animals liked to play under it. But it was not happy. "I want to be tall and strong," it thought.
Workers came to the forest and cut down some tall trees.
"Where do they go?" asked the fir tree.
"People take them away. They use the wood to make paper," a bird said．
"Tall trees are useful, but not me," thought the fir tree.
Then December came. A family came and took the fir tree home. They planted it in their garden. They put some small lights on it. They put a star on the top of it and some presents under it.
The fir tree became a Christmas tree!
"Thank you, little fir tree," said the children. "You make our garden beautiful!"
