Hello, gumdrops and cottonballs! The internet was down last month, so... yeah... We're still not entirely sure whether it's back on, like really. But, it's working at the moment. So, here's a story for y'all. It's about Thumbelina and her sister, Genevieve. :3
Thumbelina and Genevieve
Chapter 1: Two Small Girls
Once there was an old woman who longed for a child. A good witch visited here and gave her a little barley corn. She told the woman to plant it. So, the old woman went home to do just that. She watered it and nurtured it until a flower bud bloomed.
"Oh! What a pretty flower." She exclaimed. She gently kissed the bud, causing it to open up. Inside of the flower were two girls about the size of the woman's thumb. One had orange hair and was wearing a light teal skirt, a white top and light teal slippers, while the other had brown hair, styled slightly different than the first, and was wearing a purple top and slippers with a midnight blue skirt and sleeves. They both climbed onto the woman's hand.
"Hello, Mother." The orange-haired one said. The brunette smiled and waved at the woman while holding her thumb for balance.
The woman smiled at them, then looked toward the girl with orange hair. "I'll call you Thumbelina," then, turning towards the other girl with brown hair, "and, I'll call you Genevieve."
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"Hey, Lina!"
Thumbelina turned around from sweeping with a leaf to see her twin fixing and bending something. She went over to Genevieve. "What's that?" she asked. Genevieve tied the last string on and held up her invention. "You know how Mother uses that big broom with those bristles on it?" Thumbelina nodded. "Well, I made some for us! See, they're our size." She smiled, handing her sister one of the miniature brooms. Thumbelina smiled and hugged her sister. "Thank you, Genny. Now, let's finish cleaning up."
As they swept, Genevieve glanced off into the distance. She wondered what the rest of the world was like… if there were others her size. I wonder what it's like out there… she thought to herself. Maybe I'll see what it's like out there one day…
Later that evening, Mother was reading a story to her daughters. While she read, Thumbelina couldn't help but interrupt. "Oh, Mother. Are there any stories about little people? Like me and Genny?" Genevieve nodded her agreement. "Well, as a matter of fact, girls, there are. Here, have a look." She said, pointing to a page with a picture of two fairies getting married. "You see, here, their having a wedding." Genevieve gasped when she saw their wings. "Mother, what are those?" she asked, pointing to them. "Why, those are wings, Genevieve. All fairies have them." Mother answered.
"Have you ever seen a fairy?" Thumbelina asked. Mother thought for a moment. "Well, I thought I did once." She said.
Genevieve smiled at the picture. "So, I guess it works best if two people are about the same size?"
"Well, yes." Mother told her. Genevieve looked over at her sister and they both sighed sadly. "Well, what's the matter, girls?" Mother asked them.
"Genevieve and I are the only ones our size. Maybe if we were big…" Thumbelina started to say. Mother interrupted her. "No, Thumbelina. No. Don't wish to be anything but what you are." She looked at her daughters for a moment, and then held her hand out for them to climb onto. "Come along, girls. It's time for bed."
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Thumbelina and Genevieve's beds were made from nutshells with small pieces of fabric for the bedding and blankets. As the girls settled in to sleep, the family's dog, Hero, climbed into his bed. "Good night, girls." Mother said, starting to leave.
Genevieve called to her mother. "Oh, Mother? Could you leave the book open?" she asked.
Thumbelina added, "We want to look at the pictures while we go to sleep." Mother placed the book near their beds so they could see it. "Thank you." Thumbelina said.
Once their mother left and Hero fell asleep, Genevieve and Thumbelina climbed out of their beds and over to the book. Thumbelina looked at the picture of the fairy prince and sighed. "Wouldn't it be wonderful? If there really were fairies?" she asked Genny, twirling around at the thought. Genevieve smiled. "It would be nice… I'd love to meet a fairy prince."
I've decided not to use some of the songs since the story will change a bit from the movie. You'll see how.
