少儿英语童话故事:little tiny or thumbelina拇指姑娘

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　　少儿英语童话故事:little tiny or thumbelina拇指姑娘

　　THERE was once a woman who wished very much to have a little child， but she could not obtain her wish. At last she went to a fairy， and said， “I should so very much like to have a little child; can you tell me where I can find one?”

　　“Oh， that can be easily managed，” said the fairy. “Here is a barleycorn of a different kind to those which grow in the farmer's fields， and which the chickens eat; put it into a flower-pot， and see what will happen.”

　　“Thank you，” said the woman， and she gave the fairy twelve shillings， which was the price of the barleycorn. Then she went home and planted it， and immediately there grew up a large handsome flower， something like a tulip in appearance， but with its leaves tightly closed as if it were still a bud. “It is a beautiful flower，” said the woman， and she kissed the red and golden-colored leaves， and while she did so the flower opened， and she could see that it was a real tulip. Within the flower， upon the green velvet stamens， sat a very delicate and graceful little maiden. She was scarcely half as long as a thumb， and they gave her the name of “Thumbelina，” or Tiny， because she was so small. A walnut-shell， elegantly polished， served her for a cradle; her bed was formed of blue violet-leaves， with a rose-leaf for a counterpane. Here she slept at night， but during the day she amused herself on a table， where the woman had placed a plateful of water. Round this plate were wreaths of flowers with their stems in the water， and upon it floated a large tulip-leaf， which served Tiny for a boat. Here the little maiden sat and rowed herself from side to side， with two oars made of white horse-hair. It really was a very pretty sight. Tiny could， also， sing so softly and sweetly that nothing like her singing had ever before been heard. One night， while she lay in her pretty bed， a large， ugly， wet toad crept through a broken pane of glass in the window， and leaped right upon the table where Tiny lay sleeping under her rose-leaf quilt. “What a pretty little wife this would make for my son， said the toad， and she took up the walnut-shell in which little Tiny lay asleep， and jumped through the window with it into the garden.

　　In the swampy margin of a broad stream in the garden lived the toad， with her son. He was uglier even than his mother， and when he saw the pretty little maiden in her elegant bed， he could only cry， “Croak， croak， croak.”

　　“Don't speak so loud， or she will wake，” said the toad， “and then she might run away， for she is as light as swan's down. We will place her on one of the water-lily leaves out in the stream; it will be like an island to her， she is so light and small， and then she cannot escape; and， while she is away， we will make haste and prepare the state-room under the marsh， in which you are to live when you are married.”

　　Far out in the stream grew a number of water-lilies， with broad green leaves， which seemed to float on the top of the water. The largest of these leaves appeared farther off than the rest， and the old toad swam out to it with the walnut-shell， in which little Tiny lay still asleep. The tiny little creature woke very early in the morning， and began to cry bitterly when she found where she was， for she could see nothing but water on every side of the large green leaf， and no way of reaching the land. Meanwhile the old toad was very busy under the marsh， decking her room with rushes and wild yellow flowers， to make it look pretty for her new daughter-in-law. Then she swam out with her ugly son to the leaf on which she had placed poor little Tiny. She wanted to fetch the pretty bed， that she might put it in the bridal chamber to be ready for her. The old toad bowed low to her in the water， and said， “Here is my son， he will be your husband， and you will live happily in the marsh by the stream.”