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As
they
stared
at
Thumbelina
,
the
lady
May-bugs
threw
up
their
feelers
and
said
:
"
Why
,
she
has
only
two
legs-what
a
miserable
sight
!
"
"
She
is
pinched
in
at
the
waist-how
shameful
!
She
looks
like
a
human
being-how
ugly
she
is
!
"
said
all
of
the
female
May-bugs
.
Yet
Thumbelina
was
as
pretty
as
ever
.
Even
the
May-bug
who
had
flown
away
with
her
knew
that
,
but
as
every
last
one
of
them
kept
calling
her
ugly
,
he
at
length
came
to
agree
with
them
and
would
have
nothing
to
do
with
her-she
could
go
wherever
she
chose
.
They
flew
down
out
of
the
tree
with
her
and
left
her
on
a
daisy
,
where
she
sat
and
cried
because
she
was
so
ugly
that
the
May-bugs
would
n't
have
anything
to
do
with
her
.
Nevertheless
,
she
was
the
loveliest
little
girl
you
can
imagine
,
and
as
frail
and
fine
as
the
petal
of
a
rose
.
All
summer
long
,
poor
Thumbelina
lived
all
alone
in
the
woods
.
She
wove
herself
a
hammock
of
grass
,
and
hung
it
under
a
big
burdock
leaf
to
keep
off
the
rain
.
She
took
honey
from
the
flowers
for
food
,
and
drank
the
dew
which
she
found
on
the
leaves
every
morning
.
In
this
way
the
summer
and
fall
went
by
.
Then
came
the
winter
,
the
long
,
cold
winter
.
All
the
birds
who
had
sung
so
sweetly
for
her
flew
away
.
The
trees
and
the
flowers
withered
.
The
big
burdock
leaf
under
which
she
had
lived
shriveled
up
until
nothing
was
left
of
it
but
a
dry
,
yellow
stalk
.
She
was
terribly
cold
,
for
her
clothes
had
worn
threadbare
and
she
herself
was
so
slender
and
frail
.
Poor
Thumbelina
,
she
would
freeze
to
death
!
Snow
began
to
fall
,
and
every
time
a
snowflake
struck
her
it
was
as
if
she
had
been
hit
by
a
whole
shovelful
,
for
we
are
quite
tall
while
she
measured
only
an
inch
.
She
wrapped
a
withered
leaf
about
her
,
but
there
was
no
warmth
in
it
.
She
shivered
with
cold
.
Near
the
edge
of
the
woods
where
she
now
had
arrived
,
was
a
large
grain
field
,
but
the
grain
had
been
harvested
long
ago
.
Only
the
dry
,
bare
stubble
stuck
out
of
the
frozen
ground
.
It
was
just
as
if
she
were
lost
in
a
vast
forest
,
and
oh
how
she
shivered
with
cold
!
Then
she
came
to
the
door
of
a
field
mouse
,
who
had
a
little
hole
amidst
the
stubble
.
There
this
mouse
lived
,
warm
and
cozy
,
with
a
whole
store-room
of
grain
,
and
a
magnificent
kitchen
and
pantry
.
Poor
Thumbelina
stood
at
the
door
,
just
like
a
beggar
child
,
and
pled
for
a
little
bit
of
barley
,
because
she
had
n't
had
anything
to
eat
for
two
days
past
.
"
Why
,
you
poor
little
thing
,
"
said
the
field
mouse
,
who
turned
out
to
be
a
kind-hearted
old
creature
.
"
You
must
come
into
my
warm
room
and
share
my
dinner
.
"
She
took
such
a
fancy
to
Thumbelina
that
she
said
,
"
If
you
care
to
,
you
may
stay
with
me
all
winter
,
but
you
must
keep
my
room
tidy
,
and
tell
me
stories
,
for
I
am
very
fond
of
them
.
"
Thumbelina
did
as
the
kind
old
field
mouse
asked
and
she
had
a
very
good
time
of
it
.
"
Soon
we
shall
have
a
visitor
,
"
the
field
mouse
said
.
"
Once
every
week
my
neighbor
comes
to
see
me
,
and
he
is
even
better
off
than
I
am
.
His
rooms
are
large
,
and
he
wears
such
a
beautiful
black
velvet
coat
.
