The Angry Fir Tree: A Legend for a Winter Solstice

The Legend of the Douglas Fir    December 23, 2014   (From Native American Folklore)

Because I love to read stories, and write them, I went back to nature legends to find this tale that has just a little bit of wickedness as we all snuggle in for the winter …



Long, long ago when the land was young there stood a very tall and proud Douglas fir tree. The fir tree was so tall that its topmost branches touched the clouds. The branches spread widely and offered protection to small plants and animals below. The fir tree held many cones on the ends of its branches which stood open and contained many seeds. A little mouse lived in the protection of the tree’s spreading branches.

There was a long and cold winter where the snow was deep and the wind blew across the land. The Douglas fir stood tall and proud through the days of bitter cold. The little mouse was protected from the bitter winds and the snow fell only softly beneath the tree. But the little mouse could find no food in those cold dark days. The Douglas fir took pity on the mouse and said “climb up to the ends of my branches little mouse and you will find my cones. Inside the cones are many seeds which will keep hunger from you.”

The little mouse climbed onto the tree’s branches and found just as the tree had said. The little mouse feasted well on the Douglas fir seeds. He grew fat and healthy on the generosity of the fir tree. The other little mice looked at him and asked, “Why are you so fat and healthy while the rest of us are thin and cold?” The little mouse dared not tell the other mice where he was finding the lovely seeds. He was afraid that the other mice would come and eat all that the Douglas fir had to offer.

He waited until the other mice were sleeping before he snuck away to climb and eat. But not all were asleep and one mouse saw where the little mouse had gone. He watched the little mouse eating seeds from the Douglas fir and he woke all the other mice. He told them what he had seen. All the others mice ran for the fir tree and climbed up to the cones. They climbed inside the open cones to get to the plentiful seed.

This invasion angered the Douglas fir. The fir snapped shut all its cones, trapping the little mice inside.

To this day when you look at a Douglas fir cone you can see the little back legs and tails of the mice sticking out of the cones where they are trapped.






Have the merriest of holidays!

Thank you all for following my blog. I am especially grateful to so many of you who have purchased The Dazzling Darkness and Night Sea Journey. And for all the comments and reactions to my short story Beyond Castle Frankenstein in Journals of Horror: Found Fiction. I am hoping to have my third novel out in 2015 and several new short stories. Please continue to stop by Reading Fiction, Tales of Terror.

Wishing you all a Happy New Year,

I remain, yours truly,



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4 responses to “The Angry Fir Tree: A Legend for a Winter Solstice

  1. Pingback: A Boy Named Claus: The Adventure | Paula Cappa

  2. Lovely! I will look closely next time I pass one of these trees!


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