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Updated: May 5, 2025
"I told you so." "Horrid vulgar fellow," said the nearest poplar. "Horrid ... vulgar ... fellow," whispered the poplars along the avenue. The winter passed and the spring came. Up in the middle of the willow-tree's top peeped a little green sprout. "Hullo, who are you?" asked the willow-tree. "I'm just a little dandelion," said the sprout.
"What are those funny little things up in the willow-tree's top?" said the oak. "Just look ... he's swelling, right up there ... it's a regular eruption.... If only we don't catch it!" "Oh dear no, those are buds!" said the willow-tree. "I can't understand it, but I can feel it. They are real live buds. I am turning green again, I am getting a new crown."
The keeper rolled a stone up, so that the squire could stand on it and look at the willow-tree's top: "Well, I never saw anything like it!" he said. "It's quite true: there's a regular garden up there. And my own strawberries, I do believe!" He picked one and ate it: "Um!" he said. "Why, that's the genuine flavour! I almost think they're even better than those in the garden."
For that happened to be his mood that day. An iron hoop was put round the willow-tree's trunk at the top and a railing at the bottom. Every time the squire came driving along the avenue he stopped the carriage at the willow-tree: "Yes, the avenue is very nice indeed," he said to his guests. "But they're only quite ordinary poplars. Now here I can show you something out of the common.
No, look here, it's the earth I'm anxious about." "And the most important thing too," said the oak. "But that's the willow-tree's business. If he wants to run an hotel for flowers in his head, he must provide earth: that goes without saying." "Yes, but is there no earth, my dear Dandelion?" asked the willow-tree. "There is," said the dandelion. "And good earth too: it's not that.
Yes, I know it looks like an old willow-stump, but just come over here...." They stepped out of the carriage and on to the stone, one after the other, and admired the garden in the willow-tree's top. "If the hoop wasn't there, I should burst," said the willow-tree. "What an honour and what luck for a wretched cripple like me! Only think: the squire really climbed up and ate strawberries off me!
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