thumbelina

i grew up believing in prince charmings and princesses, evil witches and muddle-head kings...my favourite tale of all, quoting mummy in vivid recollection, was 'Thumbelina'...but i grew too tall to live among the flowers, too resentful to see my flower prince...but yes, the hurdles remain...circumstances and unsuitable pursues...i had met my mole, my frog and my mouse...no prince, no garden kingdom...the reality reflects the mole, the frog and the mouse...continue to freeze, my name is not maia...the swallow does not recognise me...i am still here with my mole, my frog and my mouse...