Lean Gray Wolf comes creeping, creeping, creeping up. He smells in the snow the tracks of the little white rabbits. He sniffs, and sniffs, and sniffs.
The rat squeaked so softly that Little Black Ant said to him, ‘Mr. Ratsmith, I will marry you.’
The moment the farmer’s wife's lips touched the flower, the bud opened with a pop! and inside it she found the smallest little maiden ever seen—scarcely half a thumb’s length; so she called her Little Totty.
On and on and on went Little White Rabbit weeping. Soon a small voice called out, ‘Good morning, Little White Rabbit! Why do you weep?’ It was Busy Little Ant.
Miss Tabitha, who had a very fine ear, gave them a little French song which had a chorus of Tant Mieux, and they all joined in, Captain Black and Mr. Velvet Purr singing the bass.
The uncle could not help thinking that he wished the little boy and girl would die, for then he should have all their money for himself.
The star children all began to cry again. Just then the fairy mother of the sky came with a torch to light the star lamps. ‘Crying again?’ she said. ‘What’s the matter now?’
And then Goldenlocks lay down upon the bed of the Little, Small, Wee Bear; and that was neither too high at the head nor at the foot, but just right. So she covered herself up comfortably, and lay there till she fell fast asleep.
One night when the Teeny Tiny Woman was in her teeny tiny bed she heard a noise. Up she jumped from her teeny tiny bed and lighted her teeny tiny candle.
Silver-Locks peeped in, and soon found the place was empty; so the saucy puss made up her mind to go in boldly.
As soon as the Mouse and the Dried Pea looked into the soup pot they saw what had happened. ‘Oh, dear!’ said the Sausage. ‘Poor Mouse is drowned in the soup.’
When the old woman saw the other wee bannock running away she ran after it, but she could not catch it.