Fox:
[Thumbelina is helped onto her feet by a fox]
Well, look'a what we got here. You must be the farmer's wife.
Thumbelina:
Thanks for helping me up, but why on earth would you think I'm the farmer's wife?
Fox:
Because the farmer who owns this here farm had such a small harvest, I figured you went and shrunk up from lack of food.
[laughs hysterically]
Thumbelina:
Well I'm not the farmer's wife. And I don't think that's a very funny joke.
Fox:
Hey, what do you want, kid, I'm out here starving.
Thumbelina:
You're not going to eat me for dinner, are you?
Fox:
Well, I wouldn't exactly call you a dinner. I'd call a chicken a dinner. I'd call a rabbit a dinner, but you barely qualify for the morsel category, so I wouldn't worry too much.
Riportata da postmind il
03/03/2025 alle ore 23:11