Tom Thumb [antikvár]

There was once a poor woodcutter and his wife who were very sad because they had no children."I should be happy with one child, even though he was only as big as my thumb/' sighed the woodcutter's wife."Yes, indeed, we should love him dearly," agreed her husband.And great was their !oy when a child was born to them some time later.Although he was strong and healthy, with a ready wit and a merry tongue, the boy never grew any bigger than his father's thumb, and for this reason he was called Tom Thumb.But his parents loved him dearly and his mother made him a hat from an oak leaf, a silk shirt, a jacket of thistledown and soft leather trousers and shoes.