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.
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.
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.