There they lived with their seven children, and as strange as it may seem, they all fit in the small hut, since each child was born smaller than the previous one, until the last, the seventh, was born tiny, just the size of a small finger. This tiny one was named Tom Thumb! However, as comfortable as they were with the house, it was very difficult to find food to feed nine mouths, because the little boys had as much appetite as they lacked height! And the more they grew, the less food there was, until one day the woodcutter and his wife decided to leave the children in the forest. "Maybe some kind person will pity them and decide to offer them a warm home and a plate of food," they thought.