Trouble of Beware Owls

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...

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