One night, while Thumbelina was asleep, a toad hopped through the window. She had the sweetest voice you’ve ever heard. By day she rowed herself across a bowl of water the woman had put out for her.Īs she rowed she sang. At night she slept under a rose petal in a polished walnut shell. ‘Why, she is no bigger than the tip of my thumb. ‘How tiny and delicate she is,’ said the woman. As she did, the petals burst open.There, sitting in the middle of the flower, was a little girl. ‘What a pretty flower,’ exclaimed the woman and she bent down to kiss the petals. She hurried home and planted the grain in a pot. Then wait and see what happens.’‘Oh thank you,’ said the woman. ‘I would dearly like to have a child of my own. Once there was a woman who longed for a child of her own.
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