Tom Thumb soon showed himself to be a clever little fellow who always knew what he was about.
One day, as the woodman was getting ready to go into the wood to cut fuel,
“I wish I had someone to bring the cart after me, for I must make haste.”
“Oh, father!” cried Tom, “I will take care of that; the cart shall be in the wood by the time you want it.”
Than the woodman laughed, and said,
“How can that be? You cannot reach up to the horse’s bridle.”
“Never mind that, father,” said Tom;
“if my mother will only harness the horse I will get into his ear, and him which way to go.”
“Well,” said the father, “we will try for once.”