*Selphie is still a teeny tiny person. She could fit in the palm of your hand. She was so excited about this ball, and so devestated that she is so little, too tiny to wear anything exciting, far too small to dance with. She's managed to fashion something toga-like out of a black stocking she had, all the same.

Moses had carried her too the ball, but Selphie had been stubborn and insisted she could manage this time on her own.

Is that a bird on that rose? Is there a frog sitting by the bushes? Or is it little Thumbelina Selphie?*