Well, I am sort of sick of there being almost no decent Thumbelina stories, with the exception of a few, so I am going to write my own tale.

Prolouge

A swallow swooped through the skies of Paris, humming a jovial tune.

"La, la-la-la-la la-la, la-la! If you follow your heart! Ho, ho-ho-ho-ho ho-ho, ho-ho! When you follow your heart!" Stopping to perch on a weather cane, the swallow calls out to the seemingy empty streets. "Hello! Welcome to Paris, city of love! Who am I?" The bird asks, sweeping his hat off in a bow. "I am Jacquimo! Swallow extraordinaire, and lover of beautiful things!"

Flying off his perch, Jacquimo continues on his merry way, singing out the same tune as before.

"You're sure to do impossible things! If you follow your heart! Your dreams will fly on magical wings! When you follow your heart!" He lands on a gargoyle on the Notre Dame cathedral, continuing his talk with no one. "Oh, that is very nice, n'est-ce pas? And I like what it is saying! It is saying, 'Follow your heart, and nothing is impossible!'"

Laughing, Jacquimo swoops through a hole in a stained glass window, singing his song. "You're sure to do impossible things!" He warbles, landing on a hat, before giving kisses to an imaginary audience. "Ha ha! I love the sound of my voice! When you follow your heart! When. You. Follow. Your heart!"

Finishing his song, Jacquimo flops back onto the hat, kicking off his shoes.

"I love great romances!" The swallow declares. "I myself am a swallow of great passion! La amor! These are stories about people with impossible problems," he gestures at stacks of books around the room.

"Samson loved Delilah. Oh, that was really impossible. Romeo et Juliet. Oh, impossible. But the most impossible of all the stories is impossibly small." He gestures at a small, pink book about the size of a thumb. "The story of Thumbelina and Ivalyn." The book opens, showing the picture of an old woman, who was staring sadly at a crib.

"Once upon a time, there was a lonely woman, who longed to have a child of her own," Jacquimo narates, as the pages turn to show the woman being handed something by a witch. "One day, she paid a visit to a good witch, who gave her a tiny barleycorn. 'Plant it in a flowerpot,' she says, 'and see what happens.' The woman did as she was told, and by and by it began growing. Until at last..."

We see the woman waters the plant, as the giant bud on top becomes lush and red.

"Oh, what a pretty flower!" The woman says to herself, before kissing the flower. As she watches, the magical blossom opens up in the sunlight, revealing a tiny girl inside. She had long caramel hair, and wore a pretty cornflower blue dress.

As the woman watched in astonishment, the tiny girl stretched out, opening her lovely blue eyes. The woman begins to smile, and holds out her hand for the girl to step on.

"Hello, Mother," the girl greets, smiling up at the woman. As the girl holds onto her mother's thumb, the woman smiles wider than before.

"I will call you 'Thumbelina.'" She says happily, before another voice spoke up.

"Hello? Is anyone there? Why is it so dark?" Thumbelina and her mother look over at the plant to see a second bud, a violet one, sprouted beside the first.

"Oh!" The woman cried, before leaning down to kiss that bud as well. It opened up to reveal a second girl, blinking her green eyes at the sudden light. She had long raven hair, and wore a violet dress.

"Hello, Mother," she greeted the woman looking down on her happily. Now she had two children, who she already loved with all her heart. She held out her hand, and the girl stepped on it, smiling over at Thumbelina.

"Hello, sister," she greeted Thumbelina, as they smiled at each other.

"I will call you 'Ivalyn.'" The woman says, as the two sisters embrace.

"Thumbelina and Ivalyn." Jacquimo says, as we see them turn back into an image. "But, can you imagine the troubles for two little girls, no bigger than your thumb, hmm?"