*Belgium’s fairy tale: Hop-o'-my-Thumb*

*Summarized by Jane*

*Once there were a mother and very little tiny son named Hop-o'-my-Thumb. They were very poor and lived in a small hut. Hop-o'-my-Thumb loved pancakes so much. One day, he told his mother to make a dozen. But she refused the child because they were too poor to buy the ingredients and things to make the cakes. Then she went out to fetch water from the stream. The boy was very sad. Suddenly a little fairy showed up standing at his elbow and told him she was his fairy Godmother and would grant him the power to make all his dreams come true that day. The boy thought he was dreaming. He decided to test it by heading to the miller to ask for a little flour. The miller gave him a flour bin for free. Surprisedly, he thanked the miller and carried home. Then he consecutively visited and asked the butter merchant for butter, a wealthy farmer for some wood, and the milkman for some milk in a very polite and respectful way. They all gave him a keg of butter, the whole stack of wood, a can full of milk all for free. And again, he thanked all of them in a very polite and respectful way. Then his mother and he made very delicious pancakes and enjoyed them happily.*