Long, long ago there was a fir tree which was always unhappy because it could not keep its needles. A flock of birds was flying south. One little bird broke it's [sic] wing and could not go any farther. It asked the poplar tree for help, but it refused. It asked the elm tree, but it refused. So it went to the fir tree and it said, "Yes, I will take care of you." Mother Nature heard of this. She went to the fir tree and gave it one wish. It wished it could keep its needles all year round. That is why the fir tree has its needles all the year round.