sang the bird , and flew into the green wood . Thumbelina was very unhappy . She was not allowed to go out into the warm sunshine . The corn which had been sowed in the field over the field-mouse 's home grew up high into the air , and made a thick forest for the poor little girl , who was only an inch high . ` Now you are to be a bride , Thumbelina ! ' said the field-mouse , ` for our neighbour has proposed for you ! What a piece of fortune for a poor child like you ! Now you must set to work at your linen for your dowry , for nothing must be lacking if you are to become the wife of our neighbour , the mole ! ' Thumbelina had to spin all day long , and every evening the mole visited her , and told her that when the summer was over the sun would not shine so hot ; now it was burning the earth as hard as a stone . Yes , when the summer had passed , they would keep the wedding . But she was not at all pleased about it , for she did not like the stupid mole . Every morning when the sun was rising , and every evening when it was setting , she would steal out of the house-door , and when the breeze parted the ears of corn so that she could see the blue sky through them , she thought how bright and beautiful it must be outside , and longed to see her dear swallow again . But he never came ; no doubt he had flown away far into the great green wood . By the autumn Thumbelina had finished the dowry . ` In four weeks you will be married ! ' said the field-mouse ; ` do n't be obstinate , or I shall bite you with my sharp white teeth ! You will get a fine husband ! The King himself has not such a velvet coat . His store-room and cellar are full , and you should be thankful for that . ' Well , the wedding-day arrived .
The XXXXX had come to fetch Thumbelina to live with him deep down under the ground , never to come out into the warm sun again , for that was what he did n't like .
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