The miller, who was very much provoked at being tormented by such a
little pigmy creature, fell into a terrible rage, and, laying hold
of Tom, ran to the King with him; but his Majesty, being engaged with
state affairs, ordered him to be taken away, and kept in custody till
he sent for him.
The cook was determined that Tom should not slip out of his hands this
time, so he put him into a mouse-trap, and left him to peep through
the wires. Tom had remained in the trap a whole week, when he was sent
for by King Arthur, who pardoned him for throwing down the porridge,
and took him again into favor. On account of his wonderful feats of
activity, Tom was knighted by the King, and went under the name of the
renowned Sir Thomas Thumb. As Tom's clothes had suffered much in the
batter-pudding, the porridge, and the insides of the giant, miller,
and fishes, his Majesty ordered him a new suit of clothes, and to be
mounted as a knight.
"Of Butterfly's wings his shirt was made,
His boots of chicken's hide;
And by a nimble fairy blade,
Well learned in the tailoring trade,
His clothing was supplied--
A needle dangled by his side;
A dapper mouse he used to ride,
Thus strutted Tom in stately pride!"
It was certainly very diverting to see Tom in this dress, and mounted
on the mouse, as he rode out a-hunting with the King and nobility, who
were all ready to expire with laughter at Tom and his fine prancing
charger.
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