Once upon a time tonight in the woodcutter's small house... "Don't worry. You can be fine," Diane. Her husband woodcutter Peter Scolari ate some sauerkraut and sat down with her. "I wish we could have a son," Peter. His beloved wife Diane seems depressed now. "I know." "Look your nose!" She shocked and pointed out that. "Oh no! I think blue fairy godmother spelled to turn my nose into a pepperoni sausage," Diane. "Maybe you will tell her now," Peter? His beloved wife Diane concerned about this. "Sighs. Turn this back to normal please," Blue fairy godmother! "I think your nose is back to normal now." She said. "That's close. I will be more careful now," Diane. He relieved.

Midnight in the master bedroom... Oh, wells? I hear someone knocks the door," Peter? His beloved wife Diane woke up recently. "Yawning! I will get this." Her husband woodcutter Peter Scolari lit the candle and got up from the bed mattress.

Outside the front door... "Hello?" "Hey! I'm down on your doorstep," Mr. Scolari! Tom Thumb waved says hey to the woodcutter Mr. Peter Scolari is standing on the doorsteps. "Oh! Diane, look at this!" He called his beloved wife Diane. "Hello Tom Thumb, are you alone and starving?" She came to take a look at him recently. "Yeah. I'm," Mrs. Scolari. "Come on my hands," Tom Thumb. Her husband woodcutter Peter Scolari said. "Absolutely! No problem," Mr. Scolari.

Duration in the kitchen at the woodcutter's small house... "Want some more bagel," Tom Thumb? "Sure! Put this on my doll ceramic white plate," Mrs. Scolari. He was sitting on the thread tin near the empty matchbox are on the wooden tablecloths. "Positive! Here's some," Tom Thumb. Peter's beloved wife Diane gave tiny sliced bagels to him recently. "Yummy! I'm so full. Thank you for let me stay here," Mrs. Scolari. "Welcome, Tom Thumb. Peter, we adopt him to be our new son." She mannered and talk to her husband woodcutter Peter Scolari is standing on the flooring wooden panels carpet. "Definitely, Diane. I will take you to the nursery room," Tom Thumb. He agreed with her. "Yawning! I'm so tired now," Papa. His adopted six inches foot miniaturization childish man Tom Thumb seems exhausted recently. To be continued...

Previously the next day morning in the baby's crib at the woodcutter's small house... "Yawning! Oh! My adopted normal-size momma Mrs. Scolari left the clothes and black shoes here. I try to dress on. Aha! They fits my size. Huh?" "Do you like your new light blue clothes and black shoes," Tom Thumb? His adopted normal-size momma Diane Scolari smiles at him. "Of course! I'm so hungry now," Mom. He nodded his head and repeatedly to her. "All right. I take you out of your crib," Tom Thumb. She picked her adopted six inches foot miniaturization childish man Tom Thumb up from the baby's crib recently.

After breakfast... "Tom Thumb, we are going to cut the tree now." "But, Can I ride your donkey," Papa? His adopted six inches foot miniaturization childish man Tom Thumb is on Peter Scolari's right shoulder. "No. You're too teeny to ride this," Tom Thumb. He answered says no to him. "Sighs. I guess so."

Whatever funny happens cutting in the forests... "Phew! Give me some water sack bag," Tom Thumb? His normal-size adopted papa Peter Scolari stopped to cut the tree by an axe. "Sure! Whoa! That's close," Papa. He gave it to him recently. "I drink this. Sighs. Maybe I have to finish cut this," Tom Thumb. "Would I take a hike please," Papa? His adopted six inches foot miniaturization childish man Tom Thumb sat on the rings of the stump tree. "Positive! But, not near the owls?" "Yeah! No problem," Papa. He obeyed his adopted normal-size papa Peter Scolari.

Perhaps hiking on the path of forests... "La! Uh-oh?" "Screeching!" The owl staring at him. "Oh no! I better run before the owl might be eat me as his menu meal!?" Peter Scolari's adopted six inches foot miniaturization childish son Tom Thumb screaming and ran away from the beware owl. "Screeching!" He flew to catch him. "Grunting! Help me," Papa!

Since cutting... "Oh? Tom Thumb!" His adopted normal-size papa woodcutter Peter Scolari heard and took a look at him. "The beware owl taking me," Papa! "Okay. I pick a rock and toss that." "Screeching!" The owl been flew away when he dropped him off from his claws recently. "I got you," Tom Thumb. "That's close," Papa. His adopted six inches foot miniaturization childish man Tom Thumb been caught by the woodcutter Peter Scolari recently. "Are you okay," Tom Thumb? "Yeah. I am fine. Just scared of the mean owl attempt to eat me as his menu meal," Papa. He replied. "Sighs. We better load some woods on the wagon then go back to our house." "Sure! I guess so," Papa. To be continued...

Sunrise morning at the woodcutter's house... "Tom Thumb! Wake up now." His normal-size foster adopted Mama Diane Szalinkski came in the nursery room. "Yawning! Where's my papa Peter now," Mama? Her adopted six inches foot miniaturization childish man woke up in the crib recently. "He went to work on cutting some wood. Dress your clothes and come on my hands," Tom Thumb. "Of course! No problem," Mama.

After breakfast... "Where you take me," Mama? Her adopted six inches foot miniaturization childish man is on his adopted normal-size foster mama Diane Szalinkski's right shoulder. "To the barn that I have to chore of milking the cow in the buckets," Tom Thumb. "Can I help you?" He asked. "Sighs. You can feed some barley to the cow, but not near to him because he will swallow you up." She sighed and warned.

Meanwhile in the stable at a barn... "Here's some barley," big cow. Her adopted six inches foot miniaturization childish man fed them to the brown cow in the stable. "Yummy! Slurping tongue and eating!" He been ate some barley recently. "One more barley," big cow. "Yummy! Slurping tongue!" "Oh no! Mama!" Her adopted six inches foot miniaturization childish man been swallowed by the brown cow. "Tom Thumb! I might use the charcoal barium to pour my cow's mouth." His normal-size foster mother Diane Szalinkski seems anxiety and brings it from the second shelves recently. "Retching! Throwing up!" The brown cow been drinking a charcoal barium liquid then felt throwing Diane's adopted six inches foot miniaturization childish man out of the brown cow's mouth now. "Are you okay," Tom Thumb? "Ew! Yeah. I'm fine," Mama. He replied to her recently. "I take you with me, so I can bath you are dirty and gross." She picked him up from the hay in the brown cow's stable. "Oh. Maybe I should be careful not near this." The End!