Once upon atime . . . 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 picked up Thumbelina, walnut shell and all, and hopped into the garden.
Nobody saw her go.Back at the pond, her fat ugly son, who always did as
mother
told him, was pleased with her choice. But mother frog was afraid that her
pretty prisoner might run away. So she carried Thumbellna out to a water
lily
leaf ln the middle of the pond.
"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.
One day, as Thumbelina roamed helplessly over the bare meadows, she met
a
large spider who promised to help her. He took her to a hollow tree and
guarded the door with a stout web. Then he brought her some dried chestnuts
and called his friends to come and admire her beauty. But just like the
beetles, all the other spiders persuaded Thumbelina's rescuer to let her
go.
Crying her heart out, and quite certain that nobody wanted her because she
was
ugly, Thumbelina left the spider's house.
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.
"It's kind of you to nurse me," it told Thumbelina. But, in spring,
the
swallow flew away, after offering to take the little girl with it. All summer,
Thumbelina did her best to avoid marrying the mole. The little girl thought
fearfully of how she'd have to live underground forever. On the eve of her
wedding, she asked to spend a day in the open air. As she gently fingered
a
flower, she heard a familiar song: "Winter's on its way and I'll be
off to
warmer lands. Come with me!" Thumbelina quickly clung to her swallow
friend,
and the bird soared into the sky. They flew over plains and hills till they
reached a country of flowers. The swallow gently laid Thumbelina in a blossom.
There she met a tiny, white-winged fairy: the King of the Flower Fairies.
Instantly, he asked her to marry him. Thumbelina eagerly said "yes",
and
sprouting tiny white wings, she became the Flower Queen!
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