The Almond Tree
by Brothers Grimm · from Household Tales
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Once, there was a little boy. He had a papa. They had a pretty almond tree. It grew in their garden. The tree had pink flowers. It smelled so sweet.
The little boy had a mama. His mama loved him very much. But she got very sick. She went to live with the stars. Papa was very sad. The little boy was sad too.
Then Papa married again. The new woman was not kind. She did not like the boy. She liked only her girl. She gave her girl good things. But she was mean to the boy.
One day, the boy was gone. The unkind woman used mean magic. She made him go away. His sister looked and looked for him. "Where is my brother?" she said. But he was not there. Papa was very sad. His sister cried and cried.
She went to the garden. She sat under the almond tree. It was the tree Mama loved. The pink flowers fell on her. She put pretty flowers on the ground. "Please come back," she said. "I miss my brother." She wished and wished. She cried under the tree. Her tears fell on the flowers.
Then a magic thing happened! The almond tree began to shine. A pretty bird flew out! It had bright green feathers. It had gold on its neck. Its eyes were like little stars. The pretty bird sang a song.
"My mama loved me so. My sister cried for me. Now I am a pretty bird. And I am free! I sing, I sing, I sing. Oh what a pretty bird am I!"
The pretty bird flew to town. It sang its song for a gold man. "Oh! What a pretty song!" he said. He gave the bird a gold necklace. The pretty bird sang and sang.
Then it flew to a shoe shop. It sang its song again. "Oh! What a pretty song!" she said. She gave it little red shoes. The pretty bird sang and sang.
Then it flew to a baker. It sang its song once more. "Oh! What a pretty song!" he said. He gave it a big cake. The pretty bird sang and sang.
The bird flew home at last. It sat on the almond tree. Papa heard the song. "Oh! How happy I feel!" he said. "The sun is bright!" His sister heard the song. She clapped her hands. "What a pretty bird!" she said. But the unkind woman heard it. She did not like the song. She felt very afraid.
The bird sang its song again.
"My mama loved me so. My sister cried for me. Now I am a pretty bird. And I am free!"
It dropped the gold necklace down. It fell on Papa's neck. "How pretty!" said Papa. It dropped the red shoes down. They fell by his sister's feet. "How pretty!" she said. She put them on. She was so happy!
The unkind woman was so afraid. She ran out of the house. She ran far, far away. She was never seen again. The bird's song told the truth. And the truth sent her away.
Then the pretty bird flew down. It sat under the almond tree. And then — magic! The bird became the little boy! There he was! He was back!
"My boy! My boy!" said Papa. He hugged him so tight. His sister hugged him too. "I missed you!" she said. "I missed you too," said the boy.
They went into the house. They sat at the table. They ate the big cake. It was so good!
The almond tree bloomed and bloomed. Pink flowers filled the garden. The sweet smell came in. Papa smiled. His sister smiled. The little boy smiled.
They were happy under the tree.
Love is the best magic of all.
The End.
Original Story
The almond tree
A fairy tale by the Brothers Grimm
Long time ago, perhaps as much as two thousand years, there was a rich man, and he had a beautiful and pious wife, and they loved each other very much, and they had no children, though they wished greatly for some, and the wife prayed for one day and night. Now, in the courtyard in front of their house stood an almond tree; and one day in winter the wife was standing beneath it, and paring an apple, and as she pared it she cut her finger, and the blood fell upon the snow. "Ah," said the woman, sighing deeply, and looking down at the blood, "if only I could have a child as red as blood, and as white as snow!" And as she said these words, her heart suddenly grew light, and she felt sure she should have her wish. So she went back to the house, and when a month had passed the snow was gone; in two months everything was green; in three months the flowers sprang out of the earth; in four months the trees were in full leaf, and the branches were thickly entwined; the little birds began to sing, so that the woods echoed, and the blossoms fell from the trees; when the fifth month had passed the wife stood under the almond tree, and it smelt so sweet that her heart leaped within her, and she fell on her knees for joy; and when the sixth month had gone, the fruit was thick and fine, and she remained still; and the seventh month she gathered the almonds, and ate them eagerly, and was sick and sorrowful; and when the eighth month had passed she called to her husband, and said, weeping, "If I die, bury me under the almond tree." Then she was comforted and happy until the ninth month had passed, and then she bore a child as white as snow and as red as blood, and when she saw it her joy was so great that she died.
Her husband buried her under the almond tree, and he wept sore; time passed, and he became less sad; and after he had grieved a little more he left off, and then he took another wife.
His second wife bore him a daughter, and his first wife's child was a son, as red as blood and as white as snow. Whenever the wife looked at her daughter she felt great love for her, but whenever she looked at the little boy, evil thoughts came into her heart, of how she could get all her husband's money for her daughter, and how the boy stood in the way; and so she took great hatred to him, and drove him from one corner to another, and gave him a buffet here and a cuff there, so that the poor child was always in disgrace; when he came back after school hours there was no peace for him. Once, when the wife went into the room upstairs, her little daughter followed her, and said, "Mother, give me an apple." - "Yes, my child," said the mother, and gave her a fine apple out of the chest, and the chest had a great heavy lid with a strong iron lock. "Mother," said the little girl, "shall not my brother have one too?" That was what the mother expected, and she said, "Yes, when he comes back from school." And when she saw from the window that he was coming, an evil thought crossed her mind, and she snatched the apple, and took it from her little daughter, saying, "You shall not have it before your brother." Then she threw the apple into the chest, and shut to the lid. Then the little boy came in at the door, and she said to him in a kind tone, but with evil looks, "My son, will you have an apple?" - "Mother," said the boy, "how terrible you look! yes, give me an apple!" Then she spoke as kindly as before, holding up the cover of the chest, "Come here and take out one for yourself." And as the boy was stooping over the open chest, crash went the lid down, so that his head flew off among the red apples. But then the woman felt great terror, and wondered how she could escape the blame. And she went to the chest of drawers in her bedroom and took a white handkerchief out of the nearest drawer, and fitting the head to the neck, she bound them with the handkerchief, so that nothing should be seen, and set him on a chair before the door with the apple in his hand.
Then came little Marjory into the kitchen to her mother, who was standing before the fire stirring a pot of hot water. "Mother," said Marjory, "my brother is sitting before the door and he has an apple in his hand, and looks very pale; I asked him to give me the apple, but he did not answer me; it seems very strange." - "Go again to him," said the mother, "and if he will not answer you, give him a box on the ear." So Marjory went again and said, "Brother, give me the apple." But as he took no notice, she gave him a box on the ear, and his head fell off, at which she was greatly terrified, and began to cry and scream, and ran to her mother, and said, "O mother.1 I have knocked my brother's head off!" and cried and screamed, and would not cease. "O Marjory!" said her mother, "what have you done? but keep quiet, that no one may see there is anything the matter; it can't be helped now; we will put him out of the way safely."
When the father came home and sat down to table, he said, "Where is my son?" But the mother was filling a great dish full of black broth, and Marjory was crying bitterly, for she could not refrain. Then the father said again, "Where is my son?" - "Oh," said the mother, "he is gone into the country to his great-uncle's to stay for a little while." - "What should he go for?" said the father, "and without bidding me good-bye, too!" - "Oh, he wanted to go so much, and he asked me to let him stay there six weeks; he will be well taken care of." - "Dear me," said the father, "I am quite sad about it; it was not right of him to go without bidding me good-bye." With that he began to eat, saying, "Marjory, what are you crying for? Your brother will come back some time." After a while he said, "Well, wife, the food is very good; give me some more." And the more he ate the more he wanted, until he had eaten it all up, and be threw the bones under the table. Then Marjory went to her chest of drawers, and took one of her best handkerchiefs from the bottom drawer, and picked up all the bones from under the table and tied them up in her handkerchief, and went out at the door crying bitterly. She laid them in the green grass under the almond tree, and immediately her heart grew light again, and she wept no more. Then the almond tree began to wave to and fro, and the boughs drew together and then parted, just like a clapping of hands for joy; then a cloud rose from the tree, and in the midst of the cloud there burned a fire, and out of the fire a beautiful bird arose, and, singing most sweetly, soared high into the air; and when he had flown away, the almond tree remained as it was before, but the handkerchief full of bones was gone. Marjory felt quite glad and light-hearted, just as if her brother were still alive. So she went back merrily into the house and had her dinner. The bird, when it flew away, perched on the roof of a goldsmith's house, and began to sing,
''It was my mother who murdered me;
It was my father who ate of me;
It was my sister Marjory
Who all my bones in pieces found;
hem in a handkerchief she bound,
And laid them under the almond tree.
Kywitt, kywitt, kywitt, I cry,
Oh what a beautiful bird am I!"
The goldsmith was sitting in his shop making a golden chain, and when he heard the bird, who was sitting on his roof and singing, he started up to go and look, and as he passed over his threshold he lost one of his slippers; and he went into the middle of the street with a slipper on one foot and-only a sock on the other; with his apron on, and the gold chain in one hand and the pincers in the other; and so he stood in the sunshine looking up at the bird. "Bird," said he, "how beautifully you sing; do sing that piece over again." - "No," said the bird, "I do not sing for nothing twice; if you will give me that gold chain I will sing again." - "Very well," said the goldsmith, "here is the gold chain; now do as you said." Down came the bird and took the gold chain in his right claw, perched in front of the goldsmith, and sang,
"It was my mother who murdered me;
It was my father who ate of me;
It was my sister Marjory
Who all my bones in pieces found;
Them in a handkerchief she bound,
And laid them under the almond tree.
Kywitt, kywitt, kywitt, I cry,
Oh what a beautiful bird am I!"
Then the bird flew to a shoemaker's, and perched on his roof, and sang,
"It was my mother who murdered me;
It was my father who ate of me;
It was my sister Marjory
Who all my bones in pieces found;
Them in a handkerchief she bound,
And laid them under the almond tree.
Kywitt, kywitt, kywitt, I cry,
Oh what a beautiful bird am I!"
When the shoemaker heard, he ran out of his door in his shirt sleeves and looked up at the roof of his house, holding his hand to shade his eyes from the sun. "Bird," said he, "how beautifully you sing!" Then he called in at his door, "Wife, come out directly; here is a bird singing beautifully; only listen." Then he called his daughter, all his children, and acquaintance, both young men and maidens, and they came up the street and gazed on the bird, and saw how beautiful it was with red and green feathers, and round its throat was as it were gold, and its eyes twinkled in its head like stars. "Bird," said the shoemaker, "do sing that piece over again." - "No," said the bird, "I may not sing for nothing twice; you must give me something." - "Wife," said the man, "go into the shop; on the top shelf stands a pair of red shoes; bring them here." So the wife went and brought the shoes. "Now bird," said the man, "sing us that piece again." And the bird came down and took the shoes in his left claw, and flew up again to the roof, and sang,
"It was my mother who murdered me;
It was my father who ate of me;
It was my sister Marjory
Who all my bones in pieces found;
hem in a handkerchief she bound,
And laid them under the almond tree.
Kywitt, kywitt, kywitt, I ciy,
Oh what a beautiful bird am I!"
And when he had finished he flew away, with the chain in his right claw and the shoes in his left claw, and he flew till he reached a mill, and the mill went "clip-clap, clip-clap, clip-clap." And in the mill sat twenty millers-men hewing a millstone- "hick-hack, hick-hack, hick-hack," while the mill was going "clip-clap, clip-clap, clip-clap." And the bird perched on a linden tree that stood in front of the mill, and sang, "It was my mother who murdered me; " Here one of the men looked up. "It was my father who ate of me;" Then two more looked up and listened. "It was my sister Marjory " Here four more looked up. "Who all my bones in pieces found; Them in a handkerchief she bound," Now there were only eight left hewing. "And laid them under the almond tree." Now only five. "Kywitt, kywitt, kywitt, I cry," Now only one. "Oh what a beautiful bird am I!" At length the last one left off, and he only heard the end. "Bird," said he, "how beautifully you sing; let me hear it all; sing that again!" - "No," said the bird, "I may not sing it twice for nothing; if you will give me the millstone I will sing it again." - "Indeed," said the man, "if it belonged to me alone you should have it." - "All right," said the others, "if he sings again he shall have it." Then the bird came down, and all the twenty millers heaved up the stone with poles - "yo! heave-ho! yo! heave-ho!" and the bird stuck his head through the hole in the middle, and with the millstone round his neck he flew up to the tree and sang,
"It was my mother who murdered me;
It was my father who ate of me;
It was my sister Marjory
Who all my bones in pieces found;
Them in a handkerchief she bound,
And laid them under the almond tree.
Kywitt, kywitt, kywitt, I cry,
Oh what a beautiful bird am I!"
And when he had finished, he spread his wings,, having in the right claw the chain, and in the left claw the shoes, and round his neck the millstone, and he flew away to his father's house.
In the parlour sat the father, the mother, and Marjory at the table; the father said, "How light-hearted and cheerful I feel." - "Nay," said the mother, "I feel very low, just as if a great storm were coming." But Marjory sat weeping; and the bird came flying, and perched on the roof "Oh," said the father, "I feel so joyful, and the sun is shining so bright; it is as if I were going to meet with an old friend." - "Nay," said the wife, "I am terrified, my teeth chatter, and there is fire in my veins," and she tore open her dress to get air; and Marjory sat in a corner and wept, with her plate before her, until it was quite full of tears. Then the bird perched on the almond tree, and sang, '' It was my mother who murdered me; " And the mother stopped her ears and hid her eyes, and would neither see nor hear; nevertheless, the noise of a fearful storm was in her ears, and in her eyes a quivering and burning as of lightning. "It was my father who ate of me;'' "O mother!" said the-father, "there is a beautiful bird singing so finely, and the sun shines, and everything smells as sweet as cinnamon. ''It was my sister Marjory " Marjory hid her face in her lap and wept, and the father said, "I must go out to see the bird." - "Oh do not go!" said the wife, "I feel as if the house were on fire." But the man went out and looked at the bird. "Who all my bones in pieces found; Them in a handkerchief she bound, And laid them under the almond tree. Kywitt, kywitt, kywitt, I cry, Oh what a beautiful bird am I!"
With that the bird let fall the gold chain upon his father's neck, and it fitted him exactly. So he went indoors and said, "Look what a beautiful chain the bird has given me." Then his wife was so terrified that she fell all along on the floor, and her cap came off. Then the bird began again to sing, "It was my mother who murdered me;" - "Oh," groaned the mother, "that I were a thousand fathoms under ground, so as not to be obliged to hear it." - "It was my father who ate of me;" Then the woman lay as if she were dead. "It was my sister Marjory " - "Oh," said Marjory, "I will go out, too, and see if the bird will give me anything." And so she went. "Who all my bones in pieces found; Them in a handkerchief she bound," Then he threw the shoes down to her. "And laid them under the almond tree. Kywitt, kywitt, kywitt, I cry, Oh what a beautiful bird am I!"
And poor Marjory all at once felt happy and joyful, and put on her red shoes, and danced and jumped for joy. "Oh dear," said she, "I felt so sad before I went outside, and now my heart is so light! He is a charming bird to have given me a pair of red shoes." But the mother's hair stood on end, and looked like flame, and she said, "Even if the world is coming to an end, I must go out for a little relief." Just as she came outside the door, crash went the millstone on her head, and crushed her flat. The father and daughter rushed out, and saw smoke and flames of fire rise up; but when that had gone by, there stood the little brother; and he took his father and Marjory by the hand, and they felt very happy and content, and went indoors, and sat to the table, and had their dinner.
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Story DNA
Moral
Evil deeds will eventually be revealed and punished, while kindness and innocence are rewarded.
Plot Summary
A pious woman gives birth to a son and dies. Her husband remarries, and the jealous stepmother brutally murders the boy, decapitating him with a chest lid and then cooking him into a stew for his unwitting father to eat. The boy's kind half-sister, Marjory, collects his bones and buries them under an almond tree, from which a beautiful bird emerges. This bird flies through the town, singing a song that reveals the truth of the murder and cannibalism, acquiring a gold chain, red shoes, and a millstone. The bird returns home, drops the chain on the father and shoes on Marjory, and then crushes the terrified stepmother with the millstone. The bird transforms back into the boy, and the reunited family lives happily.
Themes
Emotional Arc
suffering to triumph
Writing Style
Narrative Elements
Cultural Context
Grimm's fairy tales often reflect harsh realities and moral lessons of their time, including severe punishments for evil.
Plot Beats (13)
- A childless wife wishes for a child as red as blood and white as snow, conceives, and dies in childbirth, giving birth to a son.
- The husband remarries, and his new wife, jealous of the stepson, plots to kill him for his inheritance.
- The stepmother lures the boy to a chest with an apple and decapitates him with the heavy lid.
- She hides the body, blames Marjory for the head falling off, and then cooks the boy into a stew, which the unwitting father eats.
- Marjory, distressed, collects her brother's bones, wraps them in a handkerchief, and buries them under the almond tree.
- A beautiful bird emerges from the tree, singing a song that reveals the stepmother's crime and the father's unwitting cannibalism.
- The bird flies to a goldsmith, sings its song, and receives a gold chain.
- The bird flies to a shoemaker, sings its song, and receives a pair of red shoes.
- The bird flies to a mill, sings its song, and receives a millstone.
- The bird returns to the family home, where the stepmother is filled with dread, while the father and Marjory feel joy and sorrow, respectively.
- The bird sings its song from the roof and the almond tree, dropping the gold chain on the father and the red shoes on Marjory.
- The stepmother, overwhelmed by terror, rushes outside, and the bird drops the millstone on her head, crushing her.
- The bird transforms back into the little boy, who joins his father and Marjory for dinner, living happily ever after.
Characters
The Wife (First) ◆ supporting
Beautiful and pious
Attire: Long, simple dress of woven wool, apron, headscarf
Pious, loving, wishful
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A middle-aged woman with kind, weary eyes and a gentle smile. She has a few strands of gray in her neatly braided hair, which is pinned up in a practical bun. She wears a simple, long-sleeved dress of faded blue linen with a clean white apron tied at the waist. Her posture is upright but relaxed, standing with her hands clasped gently in front of her. She has a warm, nurturing presence. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Husband ◆ supporting
Rich
Attire: Tunic, breeches, leather boots, simple belt
Grief-stricken, oblivious, easily manipulated
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A middle-aged man with kind, weary eyes and a gentle smile. He has short, salt-and-pepper hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He is dressed in a simple, homespun tunic of undyed linen, belted at the waist with a leather cord, and worn brown trousers. He stands with his shoulders slightly slumped in a posture of quiet patience, his hands clasped gently before him. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Son (as Bird) ★ protagonist
As a bird: Plumage of green feathers, gold around its throat, eyes that twinkle like stars
Attire: As a bird: Carries a gold chain, red shoes, and a millstone
Vengeful, persistent, sorrowful
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A majestic young bird with iridescent blue and silver feathers, standing upright on a simple perch. It has large, intelligent amber eyes and a sharp, golden beak. Its posture is proud and attentive, head slightly tilted as if listening. The bird wears a tiny, intricately woven crown of dried wildflowers and a single, small silver bell on a leather cord around its neck. Its expression is one of quiet determination and curiosity. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Wife (Second) ⚔ antagonist
Driven by greed
Attire: Dark, practical dress, apron
Jealous, cruel, calculating
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A tall, slender woman in her late 30s with a cold, calculating expression. Her sharp, angular features are framed by sleek, raven-black hair pulled into a severe updo. She wears a high-collared, deep burgundy velvet gown with intricate black lace at the cuffs and a fitted bodice. Her posture is rigid and proud, one hand resting on her hip while the other holds a small, ornate hand mirror. Her gaze is direct and disdainful, with a faint, cruel smile on her lips. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Marjory ◆ supporting
Young girl
Attire: Simple dress, apron
Naive, easily influenced, remorseful
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A middle-aged woman with kind, tired eyes and a gentle smile. Her hair is tied back in a slightly messy bun with loose strands framing her face. She wears a simple, practical dress in muted green with a cream-colored apron tied at the waist. Her posture is slightly slumped, suggesting weariness, and she holds a wooden spoon in one hand as if just pausing from stirring a pot. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Locations
Courtyard under the Almond Tree
Snow-covered ground turning to green grass, then flowers, then full leaves on the almond tree. The tree smells sweet.
Mood: Initially hopeful and longing, then tragic and sorrowful, later a place of revelation and justice
The wife wishes for a child, is buried, and the boy's bones are laid here.
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A magical courtyard at dawn, where winter melts into spring. Patches of pristine snow recede to reveal vibrant green grass, dotted with clusters of tiny white and pale pink flowers. At the center stands a magnificent almond tree in full, glorious bloom, its branches heavy with clouds of delicate pink blossoms. Soft, golden morning light filters through the petals, casting a gentle glow on the scene. The air feels crisp yet sweet, suggesting the tree's fragrance. The architecture is simple stone walls, partially covered with climbing ivy. The atmosphere is serene, hopeful, and enchanting, capturing a moment of perfect seasonal transition. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Upstairs Room with Chest
A room upstairs containing a chest with a heavy lid and iron lock, filled with red apples.
Mood: Sinister, secretive, dangerous
The stepmother murders the boy by slamming the chest lid on his head.
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An upstairs room in a rustic fairy tale cottage, bathed in late afternoon sunlight streaming through a small, dusty window. The room has exposed wooden beams, a worn wooden floor, and a faded tapestry on the wall. In the center, a large wooden chest with a heavy, iron-bound lid and a sturdy lock, slightly ajar, overflowing with gleaming red apples. Dust motes drift in the golden light, casting long shadows. The atmosphere is quiet and mysterious, with warm browns, deep reds, and amber hues. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration
Mill with Linden Tree
A mill with twenty millers hewing a millstone. A linden tree stands in front.
Mood: Industrious, noisy
The bird sings its song and receives the millstone as payment.
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Late afternoon golden hour light filters through the leaves of a massive, ancient linden tree, casting dappled shadows on a weathered stone mill. The mill's wooden waterwheel turns slowly in a clear, shallow stream. Moss grows on its slate roof and between the stones of its walls. A large, rough-hewn millstone lies near the open mill door, surrounded by wood shavings and stone dust. The air is still and warm, filled with the scent of damp earth and linden blossoms. The scene is painted in hues of warm brown, moss green, and soft gold. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration
Parlour in Father's House
A parlour with a table where the father, mother, and Marjory sit. The sun is shining.
Mood: Initially light-hearted for the father, but increasingly tense and fearful for the mother and Marjory
The bird delivers the chain and shoes, and the mother is crushed by the millstone.
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Sunlight streams through a tall, lace-curtained window, illuminating a cozy Victorian parlour. A warm beam falls across a polished oak table, highlighting its grain and a single, forgotten porcelain teacup. Dust motes dance in the light. The room features faded floral wallpaper, a worn velvet armchair, and a brick fireplace with a cold hearth. Potted ferns sit on a wooden sideboard. The atmosphere is quiet, still, and bathed in a golden, afternoon glow. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration
