This is a typing game. practice fingering typing and read the story. today’s story: the fir tree out in the woods stood a nice little fir tree. the place he had was a very good one: the sun shone on him: as to fresh air, there was enough of that, and round him grew many large-sized comrades, pines as well as firs. but the little fir wanted so very much to be a grown-up tree. he did not think of the warm sun and of the fresh air; he did not care for the little cottage children that ran about and prattled when they were in the woods looking for wild-strawberries. the children often came with a whole pitcher full of berries, or a long row of them threaded on a straw, and sat down near the young tree and said, "oh, how pretty he is! what a nice little fir!" but this was what the tree could not bear to hear....
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