In the deep forest there lived a number of tiny fairies. These little
people had a great treasure which they guarded very carefully. It was a
queer thing for a treasure - only a tiny cap, but a very wonderful cap for
all that.
When a fairy wore this cap, the whole fairy band became invisible. They
could open the flowers at dawn, dance on the sunbeams by day, and light the
fireflies' candles at duck without being seen.
This cap would fit any one, and a great giant who lived in the forest
wanted it for himself. He had tried and tried to get it, but the fairies
watched it so carefully that the giant had never been able to find it.
One day when the fairies were coming home they found the great giant
asleep in the valley. They thought he was a mountain and that his snores
were thunder. They began at once to hunt for a place to hide the cap till
the storm was over. One little fairy thought his ear was a great cave and
hid the cap there. This wakened the giant who was so delighted to have the
cap that he let the fairies escape.
But the poor little fairies were sad at heart. What could they do without
the magic cap? Who would open the morning flowers or light the fireflies'
candles? All day long they hid under the holly trees and cried as if there
hearts would break.
An old eagle who was friendly with the fairies promised them that he
would get their lost treasure. Many times the eagle flew over the mountains,
but of course the giant had on the magic cap and could not be seen.
But one day the giant went to battle. He was very proud of his size and
wanted to be seen, so he rolled a stone aside and put the cap under it.
The eagle was watching from the blue sky. He flew down, and with his
strong talons and beak pulled the cap from under the stone and soared
away.

The giant saw him and shot arrows at him till the eagle was wounded in
many places and great drops of blood fell on the holly trees as he passed
over them. But he kept on till he had placed the cap safely in the hands of
the fairies.
They healed the eagle's wounds, but wherever his blood touched the holly
trees as he flew over them, little red berries appeared. The fairies were
not willing that the unselfish eagle's blood should die, so they made it
live again in the beautiful blood-red holly berries.