Once upon a time there was a baby tree that wanted to grow faster and become like the big trees in the forest. And so, the baby tree no longer enjoyed the sunshine or the friendly rabbits because it was too busy imagining what it would be like when it grew up. Every winter he saw that a few people came to the forest and chose the most beautiful trees, loaded them into a cart and set off with them to an unknown place. He learned from the sparrows that the trees go to the city, in big houses, where people decorate and spoil them. When his time came to be cut down, the tree felt the pain of the ax in his trunk, but he resisted thinking of the joy that awaits him in the city. Taken by a family, he arrived in a beautiful living room, next to a warm stove, where the children decorated his branches and put a star on top. But after a while, two men came and carried him up into a dark attic where he was forgotten. In the attic he became friends with some mice to whom he told his life, and they told him that he was very lucky to have experienced so many things. In spring, people came and took him out to the yard and they left him there. The tree looked at the beauty of the flowers and the garden where it had been abandoned, then it looked at itself and fell to the ground. How good it would have been to stay in his forest!