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"Well, I"m no wiser," said the apple-tree.
"I"m a plant like yourself," said the voice. "I shall turn into a bush ... with roots and branches and flowers and leaves and all the rest of it."
"Then why don"t you grow in the ground like us?" asked the crab-apple-tree.
"That happens not to be my nature," said the mistletoe.
"Then you have a nasty nature," said the apple-tree and shook herself furiously, so that her white blossoms trembled. "For I understand this much, that I shall have to feed you, you sluggard!"
"Yes, please, if you will be so good," said the mistletoe. "I have my roots fixed in you already; and I am growing day by day. Later on, I shall put forth little green blossoms. They"re not much to look at; but then the berries will come, beautiful, juicy white berries: the blackbird is quite mad on them."
"The blackbird is a very fine bird," said the apple-tree; "but, if he wants to dine off me, he can eat my own apples."
"You mustn"t think that I have berries for the blackbird"s sake," said the mistletoe. "Inside the berry there is a stone; and in the stone my seed lies. And the stone is so sticky that it hangs tight on to the blackbird"s beak, until he manages to rub it off on some good old apple-tree or other, who will be a foster-mother to my children, as you have been to me."
"You"re a nice family, upon my word!" said the apple-tree. "Aren"t you ashamed to live upon other people"s labour? And can"t you cast your seed on the ground, as every one else does, and leave it to look after itself?"
"No," said the mistletoe, "I can"t. But it"s no use my explaining that to you. There is something mysterious and refined about me that raises me above the common trees. Men and women understand it. They have surrounded me with beautiful and curious legends and ballads. Just think, over in England they simply can"t keep Christmas without hanging a bunch of me from the ceiling. Then, when they dance and come under the bunch, they are allowed to kiss each other."
"Pooh!" said the crab-apple-tree. "That"s nothing to talk about. Why, there isn"t an engaged couple in the whole parish but has sat in my shade and kissed."
"You miss the point of it, old friend," said the mistletoe. "Engaged couples can kiss wherever they please. But those who dance under the mistletoe may kiss each other even if they are not engaged."
"You horrid, immoral foreigner!" said the apple-tree. "But one can"t expect anything else from the sort of life you lead. Well, it"s to be hoped that you"ll freeze to bits in the winter."
"Indeed, I shall do no such thing," replied the mistletoe. "When your leaves are withered and fallen and you stand strutting with your bare branches in the snow, mine will be just as fresh and green as now. I am _evergreen_ you must know: green in winter and green in spring."
The crab-apple-tree was so exasperated that she was quite unable to reply. But, when the dog came next day, she told him all about it.
"Then he is a flea, after all," said the old dog. "In a fashion. You must manage to rub him off you: that"s the only thing that helps a bit."
"I am not a dog to run and rub myself," said the apple-tree. "But, all the same, it"s hard for a respectable tree to have to put up with this sort of thing in her old age."
"Take it calmly now!" said the mistletoe. "Who knows but that you"ll end by being glad to have me?"
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The next summer, an old professor, with a pair of spectacles on his nose and a great botanizing-case on his back, came roaming through the wood.
He sat down under the crab-apple-tree to eat his lunch, but fell a-thinking in the middle of it, leant his head back against the trunk and looked up into the leaves.
Suddenly he jumped up, dropped his sandwich and stared hard at the mistletoe. He took off his spectacles, wiped them on the skirt of his coat, put them back on his nose and went on staring.
Then he ran in and fetched the old keeper:
"Keeper, do you see that tree?" he said. "That"s the most remarkable tree in the whole wood."
"That one there?" said the keeper. "Why, it"s only an old crab-apple-tree, professor. You should see a couple of apple-trees I have in my garden."
"I don"t care a fig for them," said the professor. "I would give all the apple-trees in the world for this one tree. There"s a mistletoe growing on her, you must know, and the mistletoe is the rarest plant in Denmark.
You must put a fence round the tree at once, so that no one can hurt her. For, if she dies, then the mistletoe dies too."
And a fence was put round the old apple-tree. The professor wrote about her in the newspapers; and every one who came to the neighbourhood had to go and look at the mistletoe.
"Well?" said the mistletoe.
"My dear little foster-child," said the crab-apple-tree, "if there"s anything you require, do, for goodness" sake, say so!"
When the keeper"s old dog came out and wanted to rub himself, he remained standing in amazement and looked at the fence with his one, half-blind eye.
"You can go back to the garden and rub yourself against the _real_ apple-trees!" said the crab-apple-tree, haughtily. "I stand here with a mistletoe and must be treated with the utmost care. If I die, the mistletoe dies: do you understand? I have been written about in the papers. I am the most important tree in the wood!"
"Yes ... you"re all that!" said the dog and jogged home again.
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There was a terrible commotion in the lilac-bush.
Not a breath of wind was blowing; and yet the branches shook from top to bottom and all the leaves quivered so that it hurt one"s eyes to see.
The chaffinch perched upon the bush for his after-dinner nap, as was his wont; but the branches shook under him to such an extent that he could not close an eye and he flew away quite frightened to the laburnum. He asked his wife what on earth could be the matter with that decent bush; but she was sitting on her eggs and was too busy to answer. Then he asked his neighbour, the t.i.t; and the t.i.t scratched his black skull-cap and shook his head mysteriously:
"I don"t understand bush-language," he said. "But there"s something wrong. I noticed it myself this morning, when I was sitting over there, singing."
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Then he sat down in the laburnum beside the chaffinch and both of them stared at the queer bush.
Now the only thing the matter with the lilac-bush was that the root had turned sulky:
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"Here I have to sit and drudge for the whole family!" he growled. "It is I who do all the work. I must provide food for the branches and the leaves and the flowers and hold them fast besides, else the wind would soon blow the whole lot away. And who gives a thought to a faithful servant like me? Does it ever occur to those fine fellows up there that somebody else might also need a little recreation? I hear them talk of the spring and sunshine and all that sort of thing; but I myself never get a bit of it. I don"t even know for certain what it means; I only know that in the spring they all eat like mad. It"s quite a decent place in the winter: then there"s no more to do than a fellow can manage; and it"s snug and cosy in here. But a root has a regular dog"s life of it as soon as the air turns warm."
"Catch good hold of the earth, you old root!" cried the branches. "The wind"s rising, there"s a storm brewing!"