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A poor miller's daughter is ordered by the king to spin straw into gold or else she will die. A little man helps her in exchange for valuable items, but in the end, he asks for her first child. The daughter agrees, but later discovers the little man's name, Rumpelstiltskin, and he disappears. Hello, this is the story of Rumpelstiltskin, from the Yerman of the Brothers Wind, retold and illustrated by Paul O. Zelinsky. Enjoy this story. Once there was a poor miller who had a beautiful daughter. On his way to town, one day, the miller encountered the king. Waiting to strangle him, the miller said, I have a daughter. A daughter who knows the art of spinning straw in gold. Now the king has a passion for gold, and such an art intrigues him, so he ordered the miller to send his daughter to the castle straight away. When the girl was brought before him, the king led her to a room that was filled with straw. He gave her spools and spinning wheels and said, you may spin all you like, but if you have not spun this straw into gold by morning, you will have to die. With that, he locked the door, and the girl was left inside alone. There sat the poor miller's daughter without slight idea how anyone could spin straw into gold. Because of her, she didn't know what to do. She grew more and more frightened, and then she began to weep. Suddenly, the window sprang open, and a tiny man stepped in. Look at me, Mr. Miller, he said. Why are you sobbing? Oh, the miller cried. I must spin this straw into gold, and I don't know how. Why will you give me if I spin it for you? The little man asked. My neck weighs. My neck weighs, answered the miller. The little man took her neck weighs and sat down at the spinning wheel. He pulled three times. Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh. And the spool was long, full of gold threads. He fighted another spool on and on. Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh. And that one, too, was full. And so it went until morning when all the straw was spun, and all the spools were full of gold. When the miller came at sunrise, he was amazed and delighted. But all that gold only made him prettier. So he led the miller's daughter to a large room, filled it with straw, and he ordered her to spin this straw till we fall down, if she valued her life. The girl didn't know what to do. She ran to one door. The door opened, and the little man stepped in. Why will you give me if I spin this straw into gold for you? He asked. The ring on my finger, answered the girl. And the little man took her ring. Then they said the spinning was winning. And before the night was over, he had spun the straw into great gold. So after some, the king said, piece of gold spun, glowed in the morning light. The king's wedding and the spinning of so much gold by the spade here was not spun. He led the spade to the wedding room, which was filled with straw. Tonight you must spin this straw too. I ordered the king. And if you succeed, you shall become my wife. Because of the child, I could not spin a ring like in the world. When the king had left, the little man appeared for a third time. Why will you give me if I spin it for you? There was no. He asked. I have nothing else. Then promise that when you will become queen, your first child will become to me. The little girl asked. How could she promise such a thing? Then she thought. But who knows what will ever happen. And she could think of no other way to save herself. She promised, and the little man once again spun the straw into gold. When the king came in the morning and found everything as he had swiped the marble in the middle of the beautiful mantle, and see the crown appeared. A year passed, and the queen brought a strong baby boy in the world. She placed scarlet thorns on the little man. Then he appeared suddenly in her room. Now give me what you promised. He turned around. The queen played with the little man. He could take her best royal proposal. If he only left her here, please put her placing straws in line. Then she began to read a play. She played. She laughed at the little man's half-bowl. It was three days. If by the end of that time you know my name, you may keep your child. Long into the night the queen sat and thought the next day. By thinking over all the names she had ever heard, that evening the little man returned. The queen recited every name she knew, one after another, but to each one the little man replied, That is not my name. The second day the queen had in Christ made him sound searching for new names, and when the little man came that evening, he was the stranger and most unusual ones to him. He tried various grapes and lead orange and stringy bones, but he would only reply, That is not my name. Now the queen knew fully her name, and she sent her most faithful servant into the woods to look for the little man. The servant sent him scout chickens, and overglowing deep into the forest, at last near the top of a high hill. Despite him, he was riding and cooking food around a great fire and crying out, I brew my beer, I bake my loaf, and soon the queen on high will climb. Oh, lucky me, for no one knows that Rumpelstiltskin is my name. The servant made her way back as fast as she called my name, and at midday reached the castle. You can imagine how glad the queen was when she heard the name. Late that evening, the little man asked, Now, Mrs. Queen, do you know my name, or I do take the child? So the queen asked him, Is your name Will? No. Is your name Till? No. In that case, is your name Rumpelstiltskin? Did I ever tell you that? Did I ever tell you that? Well, Rumpelstiltskin, and in a hurry, he jumped on his cooking spoon and flew out the window, and he never was heard from again.