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Updated: May 9, 2025
Another sprout came, which proved to be the beginning of a black-currant-bush. A third came, which grew into a dear little mountain-ash. Every summer there were a couple of dandelions. The bees came and buzzed and sucked honey and flew away with it to their hives. The butterflies flitted from flower to flower, sipped a little honey here and there and ate it up.
The keeper told him about the black-currant-bush and picked a currant and gave it to him. "Lift me up. I must pick some for myself," said the boy. The keeper lifted him up. He pulled with both hands at the willow-twigs up there and pulled so hard that they snapped. Then he caught hold of the tree's thin shell, which was so brittle that a big piece came off in each of his hands.
Just as he was about to strike, his eyes fell upon the black-currant-bush in the top. The currants were big and ripe. He put out his hand, picked one of them and ate it: "What a remarkable thing!" he said. "It's exactly like those in the manor-garden. Goodness knows how it got up there!" "Keeper! Keeper!" The squire's son came running down the avenue. He wanted to see the old willow-tree felled.
The strawberry-plant put out big flowers which turned into red heavy berries. The black-currant-bush had also grown up and was bearing her fruit. The dandelions shone yellow; and there was also a little blue violet and a scarlet pimpernel, who only opened her flower when the sun shone strongest at noon, and a tall spike of rye, swaying before the wind.
The garden up at the top was scattered by the wind in every direction: the black-currant-bush and the strawberry-plant, the mountain-ash and the little oak, the dandelions and the violets all blew away; and nobody knows what has become of them since. The earth-worm lay just below and wriggled: "I can't stand this," he said. "Let them chop me into two ... into three.... But this is worse.
But then he clapped his hands with surprise and delight and shouted: "Keeper! Keeper! There's quite a garden up here. There are the loveliest strawberries beside the black-currant-bush ... and here's a little mountain-ash ... and a dear little oak ... and weeds, too ... five yellow dandelions ... and a spike of barley, keeper.... Oh, how glorious, how glorious!
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