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Thumbelina
There
once
was
a
woman
who
wanted
so
very
much
to
have
a
tiny
little
child
,
but
she
did
not
know
where
to
find
one
.
So
she
went
to
an
old
witch
,
and
she
said
:
"
I
have
set
my
heart
upon
having
a
tiny
little
child
.
Please
could
you
tell
me
where
I
can
find
one
?
"
"
Why
,
that
's
easily
done
,
"
said
the
witch
.
"
Here
's
a
grain
of
barley
for
you
,
but
it
is
n't
at
all
the
sort
of
barley
that
farmers
grow
in
their
fields
or
that
the
chickens
get
to
eat
.
Put
it
in
a
flower
pot
and
you
'll
see
what
you
shall
see
.
"
"
Oh
thank
you
!
"
the
woman
said
.
She
gave
the
witch
twelve
pennies
,
and
planted
the
barley
seed
as
soon
as
she
got
home
.
It
quickly
grew
into
a
fine
large
flower
,
which
looked
very
much
like
a
tulip
.
But
the
petals
were
folded
tight
,
as
though
it
were
still
a
bud
.
"
This
is
such
a
pretty
flower
,
"
said
the
woman
.
She
kissed
its
lovely
red
and
yellow
petals
,
and
just
as
she
kissed
it
the
flower
gave
a
loud
pop
!
and
flew
open
.
It
was
a
tulip
,
right
enough
,
but
on
the
green
cushion
in
the
middle
of
it
sat
a
tiny
girl
.
She
was
dainty
and
fair
to
see
,
but
she
was
no
taller
than
your
thumb
.
So
she
was
called
Thumbelina
.
A
nicely
polished
walnut
shell
served
as
her
cradle
.
Her
mattress
was
made
of
the
blue
petals
of
violets
,
and
a
rose
petal
was
pulled
up
to
cover
her
.
That
was
how
she
slept
at
night
.
In
the
daytime
she
played
on
a
table
where
the
woman
put
a
plate
surrounded
with
a
wreath
of
flowers
.
Their
stems
lay
in
the
water
,
on
which
there
floated
a
large
tulip
petal
.
Thumbelina
used
the
petal
as
a
boat
,
and
with
a
pair
of
white
horsehairs
for
oars
she
could
row
clear
across
the
plate-a
charming
sight
.
She
could
sing
,
too
.
Her
voice
was
the
softest
and
sweetest
that
anyone
ever
has
heard
.
One
night
as
she
lay
in
her
cradle
,
a
horrible
toad
hopped
in
through
the
window-one
of
the
panes
was
broken
.
This
big
,
ugly
,
slimy
toad
jumped
right
down
on
the
table
where
Thumbelina
was
asleep
under
the
red
rose
petal
.
"
Here
's
a
perfect
wife
for
my
son
!
"
the
toad
exclaimed
.
She
seized
upon
the
walnut
shell
in
which
Thumbelina
lay
asleep
,
and
hopped
off
with
it
,
out
the
window
and
into
the
garden
.
A
big
broad
stream
ran
through
it
,
with
a
muddy
marsh
along
its
banks
,
and
here
the
toad
lived
with
her
son
.
Ugh
!
he
was
just
like
his
mother
,
slimy
and
horrible
.
"
Co-ax
,
co-ax
,
brek-ek-eke-kex
,
"
was
all
that
he
could
say
when
he
saw
the
graceful
little
girl
in
the
walnut
shell
.
"
Do
n't
speak
so
loud
,
or
you
will
wake
her
up
,
"
the
old
toad
told
him
.
"
She
might
get
away
from
us
yet
,
for
she
is
as
light
as
a
puff
of
swan
's
-
down
.
We
must
put
her
on
one
of
the
broad
water
lily
leaves
out
in
the
stream
.
She
is
so
small
and
light
that
it
will
be
just
like
an
island
to
her
,
and
she
ca
n't
run
away
from
us
while
we
are
making
our
best
room
under
the
mud
ready
for
you
two
to
live
in
.
"
