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''Do not cry, little one! Look at
my son instead. He will
be your husband and you will have a lovely home in
the riverbed's mud, said the
mother toad.
Croack, croak, brekke...kex,
said the son approvingly.
The poor little girl sat on the
water-lily and cried so hard
that even the fish were moved.
Such a pretty little girl cannot
marry that hideous toad, they
said So they nibbled away,
beneath the water, at the stem
of the lily pad, and
Thumbelina drifted away.
Thumbelina was so glad to
have escaped from the toad and
her son, that she enjoyed
watching the countryside go by as
she drifted along. Soon she met
a pretty, white butterfly that
accompanied her on her journey
for a short way. Then a
mayfly came and carried her
away into the forest. But the
other mayflies mocked her.
She has only one set of legs
and no antennae. We cannot
keep her with us.''
So Thumbelina remained
alone in the forest. She drank
the
morning dew and gathered the
juice from the wildflowers. She
stayed there all summer and
fall
Then came the freezing winter.
Thumbelina wrapped herself up
in a bead
leaf and walked for a long time
to find shelter. At
the edge of the woods, she came
to the door of a dormouse's
home. It was a small hole
hidden by some wisps of straw. It is
so cold, she said weeping
Please open the door.''
Come in, little one, come into
the warmth of my room. You
can stay here all winter if you
will do a little housework and
tell me pretty stories.'' |