name was Mrs. Marigold, and she lived a simple life. She had only one wish.

"I wish I had a child," she sighed. One morning she awoke very early. She looked

out her window and noticed something strange. "Why are my flowers moving like that?" she

said. She went outside to have a better look. "Oh my, what is this?" she gasped.

A tiny woman with a basket stood among the daisies. She had bright red cheeks and small

wings. Suddenly she looked up and saw Mrs. Marigold staring down at her.

"Don't step on me!" she shouted in a high voice. "I'm not a bug!"

"Are you a fairy?" asked Mrs. Marigold. "Of course," she replied, pointing to her

wings. "I'm a garden fairy." "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I'm helping you with your garden," the fairy said. "But I'm leaving now. I've stayed too

long already." "Wait, may I make a wish?" Mrs. Marigold asked

excitedly. The fairy rolled her eyes. "I'm not a genie,"

she snapped. Then the fairy noticed Mrs. Marigold's sad face. "All right, I'll see what I can

do. But you must promise not to tell anyone about me."

Mrs. Marigold agreed and then said, "I want a child."

The fairy thought a moment. Then she took something out of her basket.

"This is a special seed," she explained. "Plant it in a pot. Put the pot in the window. Don't

water it. It just needs lots of sunshine. Wait a few days."

Mrs. Marigold stared at the seed. She looked up and asked, "Then what?"

But the fairy was gone. Mrs. Marigold took the seed inside and did

exactly as she was told. The seed grew very fast. Soon it became a

red tulip bud. On the third morning, Mrs. Marigold noticed the tulip bud moving.

"Something is happening," she said quietly. Mrs. Marigold bent down and kissed the bud.

At that moment, the petals opened one by one. Amazed, Mrs. Marigold stared at the flower.

"At last, my wish has come true!" she cried. Inside the flower was a tiny girl. Her hair

was the color of sunshine. Her eyes were blue like the sea.

"Where am I?" said the girl. She had the loveliest voice.

"You are home," said Mrs. Marigold. "I am your mother."

Mrs. Marigold held out her hand. The little girl jumped into her palm.

"Hello, Mother," said the little girl. "What's my name?"

The girl was only the size of Mrs. Marigold's thumb. Wiping a tear from her eye, Mrs. Marigold

said, "Your name is Thumbelina."