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Updated: May 8, 2025
When she had pondered a while, she turned to Thumbietot. "I wonder if you will help us, as you have done so many times before," said she. Yes, that he would like to do, he replied. "It is a pity for you not to get any sleep!" said the wild goose, "but I wonder if you are able to keep awake until the foxes come, and then to awaken us, so we may fly away."
However, none of the geese was hurt; but just there, above the boat, Prettywing opened her bill and dropped Thumbietot into the sea. A few years ago, at Skansen the great park just outside of Stockholm where they have collected so many wonderful things there lived a little old man, named Clement Larsson.
The goosey-gander had said that as soon as the geese discovered that Thumbietot had disappeared, they had asked all the small animals in the forest about him. They soon learned that a flock of Småland crows had carried him off. But the crows were already out of sight, and whither they had directed their course no one had been able to say.
"They dare not show themselves among the wild geese, but they asked me to remind you not to leave the island without calling on the old fisherman." "That's so!" exclaimed Dunfin, but she was so frightened now that she would not go alone, and asked the goosey-gander and Thumbietot to accompany her to the hut. The door was open, so Dunfin entered, but the others remained outside.
Fly, fly!" cried Akka, for she knew that otherwise the swans would pull out every feather the goosey-gander had. "Fly, fly!" screamed Thumbietot, too. But the goosey-gander was so hedged in by the swans that he had not room enough to spread his wings. All around him the swans stretched their long necks, opened their strong bills, and plucked his feathers.
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