Once upon
a time . . . there lived a woman who had no children. She dreamed of having a
little girl, but time went by, and her dream never came true.
She then
went to visit a witch, who gave her a magic grain of barley. She planted it in
a flower pot. And the very next day, the grain had turned into a lovely flower,
rather like a tulip. The woman softly kissed its half-shut petals. And as
though by magic, the flower opened in full blossom. Inside sat a tiny girl, no
bigger than a thumb. The woman called her Thumbelina. For a bed she had a
walnut shell, violet petals for her mattress and a rose petal blanket. In the
daytime, she played in a tulip petal boat, floating on a plate of water. Using
two horse hairs as oars, Thumbelina sailed around her little lake, singing and
singing in a gentle sweet voice.
Then one
night, as she lay fast asleep in her walnut shell, a large frog hopped through
a hole in the window pane. As she gazed down at Thumbelina, she said to
herself: "How pretty she is! She'd make the perfect bride for my own dear
son!"

"She
can never escape us now," said the frog to her son.
"And we
have plenty of time to prepare a new home for you and your bride."
Thumbelina was left all alone. She felt so desperate. She knew she would never
be able to escape the fate that awaited her with the two horrid fat frogs. All
she could do was cry her eyes out. However, one or two minnows who had been
enjoying the shade below the water lily leaf, had overheard the two frogs
talking, and the little girl's bitter sobs. They decided to do something about
it. So they nibbled away at the lily stem till it broke and drifted away in the
weak current. A dancing butterfly had an idea: "Throw me the end of your
belt! I'll help you to move a little faster!" Thumbelina gratefully did
so, and the leaf soon floated away from the frog pond.
But other
dangers lay ahead. A large beetle snatched Thumbelina with his strong feet and
took her away to his home at the top of a leafy tree.
"Isn't
she pretty?" he said to his friends. But they pointed out that she was far
too different. So the beetle took her down the tree and set her free.
It was
summertime, and Thumbelina wandered all by herself amongst the flowers and
through the long grass. She had pollen for her meals and drank the dew. Then
the rainy season came, bringing nastyweather. The poor child found it hard to
find food and shelter. When winter set in, she suffered from the cold and felt
terrible pangs of hunger.

As she
wandered, shivering with the cold, suddenly she came across a solid little
cottage, made of twigs and dead leaves. Hopefully, she knocked on the door. It
was opened by a field mouse.
"What
are you doing outside in this weather?" he asked. "Come in and warm
yourself." Comfortable and cozy, the field mouse's home was stocked with
food. For her keep, Thumbelina did the housework and told the mouse stories.
One day, the field mouse said a friend was coming to visit them.
"He's a
very rich mole, and has a lovely house. He wears a splendid black fur coat, but
he's dreadfully shortsighted. He needs company and he'd like to marry
you!" Thumbelina did not relish the idea. However, when the mole came, she
sang sweetly to him and he fell head over heels in love. The mole invited
Thumbelina and the field mouse to visit him, but . . . to their surprise and
horror, they came upon a swallow in the tunnel. It looked dead. Mole nudged it
wi his foot, saying: "That'll teach her! She should have come underground
instead of darting about the sky all summer!" Thumbelina was so shocked by
such cruel words that later, she crept back unseen to the tunnel.
And every day,
the little girl went to nurse the swallow and tenderly give it food.
In the
meantime, the swallow told Thumbelina its tale. Jagged by a thorn, it had been
unable to follow its companions to a warmer climate.

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