Mother: Now, here is the story of the noble dog, who saved the king from the wicked wizard. Once upon a time...
Thumbelina: Oh, mother, please. Are there any stories about... about little people?
Mother: Well, as a matter of fact, there are, Thumbelina. Look.
[lifts her on to the book, which is opened to a picture of fairies]
Thumbelina: Why, they are little! Just like me!
[points to wings]
Thumbelina: But... but what are those?
Mother: Those are wings, Thumbelina. These are fairies and fairies have wings so they can fly.
Thumbelina: Mother, have you ever seen a fairy?
Mother: Well, I thought I did once.
Thumbelina: Really?
Mother: [laughs] Yes.
[puts reading glass on to picture to magnify the image]
Mother: And here, the fairy prince and princess are having a wedding.
Thumbelina: And they live... happily ever after!
Mother: [smiles] Usually, my dear.
Thumbelina: [crawls under glasses so she is by the picture of the prince] I... suppose it works best if two people are about... the same size.
Mother: [unsure] Yes, of course.
Thumbelina: [crawls out from underneath the glasses] Well... well, that's not fair. I... I must be the only little person in the world. I wish I were big.
Mother: Oh, no, Thumbelina. No. Don't ever wish to be anything but what you are.