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.’
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.
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.’