Rumpelstiltskin
Once upon a time, there was
a poor miller who had just one pretty thing; his daughter. One day, the father
went to meet the king and to seem important told him that his daughter had the
power of spin straw into gold.
The king became surprised for the news and said to the miller to
bring his daughter to his palace.
The next day, the girl was brought to the king and took into a
room full of straw. He gave her a spinnig-wheel and a reel to spin straw into
raw. If she didn't do it for the morning, they would kill her.
Because she didn't know what to do, she began to cry.
In that moment, a little man came to the room and ask her why was
she crying.
The girl told him her story and then the little man offered her a
pact: if she gave him her necklace, he would spin straw into gold for her.
When the king saw the gold was astonished and really delighted.
He took the girl into an other room full of more straw.
The girl, another time began to cry and the door opened as last
day. The miller's daughter gave this time her ring to the little man and he
make magic again.
For the morning, the king thought he hadn't enough gold and told
to the girl to do it for the last time. If she did it, he would marry her.
Because she didn't have anything more she had to promise to the small man to
give him her first child when she became queen.
The next day the king get married with her and a year after, the
girl had a child.
Days later the little man ordered her to give him her child. The
queen offered all she had to him but he refused it and took the baby.
The queen began to lament, so the man pitied her. He gave her
three days to find out his name and then she would keep her child.
The queen thought the whole night names and the next day said all
of them to the man but no one was correct.
The second day happened the same and the queen was heartbroken.
That night, the messenger of the queen came back to the palace
without more new names but with some news: he had seen the little man in the
forest singing, dancing and shouting his name, glad to think no one could guess
his name; Rumpelstiltskin.
The third day, the queen told to the
small man that his name was Rumpelstiltskin.
And finally, after a lot of years, the
miller's daughter could live in pace.
The moral of this fairy tale is that you
have to be honest, do not be selfish and apreciate what you have.
Laia
Pinyol
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