From: pieter@prpa.philips.com (Pieter van der Meulen)
Subject: Little Thumbkin (deel II)
Keywords: klein duimpje, humor, dutch english, Curacao
Organization: Philips Research Palo Alto
Date: Mon, 31 Aug 1992 17:42:04 GMT


Enough requests for part 2 and tired of waiting for Manon
to respond :-), here is part II of Little Thumbkin:


Escaped from the language-lab
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through R. Cowsbrook

(For H.Burnt Crustius)


....He left a trail of breadcrumbs but he didn't have it in the holes
that they were being made soldier by the birds.

------------------------End of Part I----------------------------------


---------------------------Part II-------------------------------------

His parents departed with the Northern sun, as on the day before, but
this time Thumbkin soon touched rid of the trail. What now? Good
counsel was expensive. The sun was already under, it was raining
pipestems and the crying stood Little Thumbkin nearer than the
laughing. At last he saw a tiny light through the trees; it turned out
to be a house.

The lady who stood them to word was a giantess. She gave them what to
eat but Little Thumbkin received the feeling that something wasn't
fluff. He had understood that the giantess' man, the giant, was a
people-eater who would see no bone in devouring them. If we do not pass
up, he thought, we shall be the cigar; as soon as they saw their chance
clean they took the legs and smeared him.

When the giant came home, he sniffed the air and bellowed: `I smell
people-flesh!  Woman, why have you let them go there from through?
Bring me my seven-league boots, I go them behind after!'

He was about to haul the children in, but, wonder above wonder, just
then he decided to lie down in order to snap a little owl.

`Shoot up, help me!' Thumbkin said to  his brothers as soon as the
giant lay there pipping, `we must see to make him his seven-league
boots off-handy.' They squeezed him like an old thief but they went
ahead and knew him to draw his boots out. 'Now we must make that we
come away!' Little Thumbkin gasped.  He put on the boots and quickly
made himself out of the feet, carrying his brothers along. Also, he had
seen chance to roll the giant's pockets and pick in all his gold
pieces.

`How have you boxed that before each other?' cried Thumbkin's parents
in amazement when he showed up.

`It was a pod-skin,' said Little Thumbkin modestly. `I may be small but
I stand my little man. And look, I have also brought a lot of poon. We
used not to be able to allow ourselves billy-goat's leaps, but now we
have our sheep on the dry. We will never come anything too short
again!  I shall be able to buy myself a nail-suit at last! And a
woody-stringy!'

`And I a soup-dress,' cried his mother, `they are you of it these days.'
`Great,' his father exulted. `I shall buy us a motor-car.' That
afternoon he came riding to the fore in a sleigh of a wagon. `I seem to
be having trouble riding straight out,' Thumbkin's father complained.
`That you thank the cuckoo,' his woman said, `you have a piece in your
collar. You have him around again. I shall stop you in bed.'

The next day all the children were stuck in the clothes as well.  In
her new soup-dress mother looked a cleanliness. After that, they moved
to The Hague, where they bought a chest of a house on the New
Explanation, and they lived still long and lucky.

------------------------------End--------------------------------------

Hoop jullie genoten het :-)

Pieter.
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