Fulfilled his last wish, and, despite having renounced the vanities of primitive thought is still better dressed than any other pine brothers. But it passed by a flock of goats, and seeing the leaves just born, and fresh tenrinhas ate lh’as-all without a single stop.

Poor pine, ashamed and sorry because he wanted to return to their natural form. He managed this favor, and never complained of their lot.

Perfection of God’s works

The daughter .– Oh! Mom broke me the needle.

The mother .– Let me give you another.

The daughter .– As the needles do, Mom?

The mother .– See if riddles.

The daughter .– Nah I know, Mom.

The mother .– You know the goal?

The daughter .– I know mom, I have many tidbits in there in a box.

The mother very well .– Now, tell me there, the needles are of wood, stone, marble?

The daughter .– Oh! not, they are metal, but that metal?

The mother .– Before asking anything, always see if the first guess.

The daughter .– But wait! … needle is a metal, silver is not because it is not white, not of gold, because there is a beautiful Amarello very bright, not copper, because there is a Amarello very ugly, it smells .. . So is iron, Mom?