Once upon a time, in a big forest, there was a very tall and strong tree called the Fir Tree. It looked down at a small plant called the Bramble growing near its roots. The Fir Tree thought it was better and more important than the Bramble.
The Fir Tree laughed and said, "You are not valuable like me. I am special because people use me to build houses. Everyone wants me, but nobody cares about you."
The Bramble listened quietly to the Fir Tree. It had small leaves that made soft sounds in the wind. After a moment, the Bramble spoke back to the Fir Tree. It was humble but had a strong voice.
"You might be tall and powerful," said the Bramble, "but have you forgotten about the tools humans use? They have axes and saws to cut down trees like you. They don't bother with plants like me."
The Fir Tree stopped moving its branches. It hadn't thought about the danger of being cut down by axes and saws. It had only thought about how grand and important it was.
"If I were you," the Bramble continued, "I would rather be small and unnoticed than tall and wanted. I would rather be a Bramble, safe and secure on the ground, than a Fir Tree that always fears being chopped down."
Once upon a time, in a big forest, there was a tall and strong tree called the Fir Tree. Near its roots, there was a small plant called the Bramble. The Fir Tree often looked down on the Bramble, thinking it was much better.
One day, the Fir Tree said in a mean voice, "You're not as useful as me. People use me to build their homes. Everyone wants me, but nobody notices you."
The Bramble, with its small, rustling leaves, listened quietly. After a moment, it replied calmly.
"You may be tall and strong," the Bramble said, "but have you ever thought about the tools humans use? They use axes and saws to cut down big trees like you. They usually ignore small plants like me."
The Fir Tree suddenly felt afraid. It had never thought about being chopped down. It had always been proud of its size and importance.
"If I were you," the Bramble added, "I would rather be small and safe than big and in danger. Being a Bramble, safe on the ground, seems much better than being a Fir Tree that might be cut down one day."
In a big forest, there is a tall tree. The tree's name is Fir. Near the Fir Tree, there is a small plant. The plant's name is Bramble.
Fir Tree says, "I am big and strong. People use me to build homes. Everyone wants me. Nobody sees you, Bramble."
Bramble listens. Then, Bramble says, "People use axes to cut big trees like you. They do not cut small plants like me."
Fir Tree feels scared. Fir Tree never thinks about being cut down. Fir Tree always feels proud to be big and important.
Bramble says, "I am small and safe. You are big and in danger. It is better to be small and safe."
Once upon a time, in a big forest, there was a tall and strong tree called the Fir Tree. Near its roots, there was a small plant called the Bramble. The Fir Tree often looked down on the Bramble, thinking it was much better.
One day, the Fir Tree said in a mean voice, "You're not as useful as me. People use me to build their homes. Everyone wants me, but nobody notices you."
The Bramble, with its small, rustling leaves, listened quietly. After a moment, it replied calmly.
"You may be tall and strong," the Bramble said, "but have you ever thought about the tools humans use? They use axes and saws to cut down big trees like you. They usually ignore small plants like me."
The Fir Tree suddenly felt afraid. It had never thought about being chopped down. It had always been proud of its size and importance.
"If I were you," the Bramble added, "I would rather be small and safe than big and in danger. Being a Bramble, safe on the ground, seems much better than being a Fir Tree that might be cut down one day."
In a sprawling forest of endless gossip and occasional drama, there was the Fir Tree. Majestically tall and the sort to drop a leaf just for attention. And right at his feet, a little plant known as Bramble, who might've been small but packed a punch of personality.
Fir Tree, casting a shade and a smirk, leaned down. "Hey Bramble! How’s the weather down there? Bet you wish you were as tall and in demand as me. They want ME for their homes. You? Maybe for a... miniature garden?"
Bramble, rustling its leaves in mock laughter, replied, "Oh, Fir Tree, ever hear of low profile luxury? Humans come with their shiny tools - oh, what are they called again? Ah, yes, axes and saws. They absolutely adore trees like you for... well, timber. Me? I'm just here, living the chill life, not attracting any lumberjack attention."
Fir Tree’s branches sagged a little. "They have axes? And saws? Why am I just hearing about this?"
With the confidence only a shrub can have, Bramble said, "Sometimes, my friend, it's better to be the under-shrub. Maybe you're tall and visible, but I'd rather be small and sassy, out of the danger zone."
The Fir Tree paused, thinking. "Okay, point taken. But, you know, if you ever fancy a change of scene, just holler. I can always arrange for a bird to drop you somewhere... higher?"
Bramble chuckled, "Cute offer, but I'm cozy down here. Keep an eye out from up there, big guy. And watch out for those axes!"
Standing tall with pride and glee,
Was the mighty Fir Tree.
Near its roots, without a doubt,
A Bramble grew, sprouting out.
The Fir, with a voice full of glee,
Said, "Oh Bramble, look at me!
For houses, they want my wood,
While you're ignored, as you should."
But the Bramble, with soft leaves that sway,
Had something very wise to say.
"You may be tall, strong, and free,
But have you thought of the axe, the tree's enemy?"
"For trees like you, they swing and hack,
But for me, they never look back.
While you're chosen for your height and might,
I remain, out of their sight."
The Fir's pride began to drop,
Fearful of the lumberjack’s chop.
The Bramble said, with eyes cast down,
"It's better to be low than wear a crown."
"Being humble, without the shine,
Is better than a towering pine.
For in the whispers, soft and weak,
Lies a strength not all can seek."
A large area filled with trees.
The parts of a plant that are underground.
Able to help with a task.
To make something by putting parts together.
Sees or pays attention to something.
Making a soft, light sound like leaves.
In a peaceful and relaxed manner.
Objects used to make or fix things.
Cut into pieces with a sharp tool.
Feeling pleased about something you did.
Place with many trees and plants.
Very high, reaching up a lot.
A tool used to cut trees.
To make something by putting things together.
A place where people live.
Very special and needed by people.
To hear and pay attention to sound.
Feeling very good about something you did.
When something bad might happen.
Not in danger, protected from harm.
A large area filled with trees.
The parts of a plant that are underground.
Able to help with a task.
To make something by putting parts together.
Sees or pays attention to something.
Making a soft, light sound like leaves.
In a peaceful and relaxed manner.
Objects used to make or fix things.
Cut into pieces with a sharp tool.
Feeling pleased about something you did.
Where does the story take place?
What is the name of the big tree?
What is the small plant called?
Why does Fir Tree feel proud?
What does Bramble say about being small?
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