Andersen's fairy tales

High up in the thin, clear air there flew an angel bearing a flower from the garden of heaven. As he kissed it, a tiny leaf drifted down into the muddy soil in the middle of the wood; it very soon took root there, and sprouted, and sent up shoots among the other plants. That's a funny kind of slip, said the plants. And neither the thistle nor the stinging nettle would have anything to do with the stranger. It must be some low kind of garden plant, they said, grinning and ...