5C RUMPELSTILTSKIN-3

This is the story of Grandpa Stiltskin, a poor miller who wants to impress the king by turning straw into gold. A little man helps the miller's daughter spin the straw into gold in exchange for her necklace, ring, and the promise of her first child. The king marries the miller's daughter and they have a baby. The little man threatens to take the baby unless the queen can guess his name, which she eventually does. The little man angrily leaves and is never seen again. This is the story of Grandpa Stiltskin, from the German of the Brothers Grimm, and illustrated by Paul Osselinski. One day there was a poor miller who had a beautiful daughter, and he went to town. One day the miller encountered the king, wanting to impress him, the miller said, I want a dog that struts into gold. Now the king had a passion for gold, and such an art enticed him, so he ordered the miller to send his daughter to the castle straightway. When the bird was brought before him, the king led her to a room that was filled with straw. He gave her a spool and a spinning wheel, and said, You may play all night, but if you have not spun this straw into gold, by morning you will have to die. With that, he looked at the door, and the girl was left inside alone. There sat the poor miller's daughter, without the slightest idea how alone could she spin the straw into gold. For the life of her, she didn't know what to do. She grew more and more pregnant, and then she began to weep. Suddenly, the daughter sprang from her bed, and a tiny man stepped in. Good evening, Miss Rockmiller, he said. Why are you sobbing? Oh, the girl cried. I must spin the straw into gold, and I don't know how. What will you give me if I spin it for you? The little man asked. My necklace, asked the girl. The little man took her necklace and sat down at the spinning wheel three times. Where? Where? Where? And the spool was once full of gold for him. So he tied another spool and Where? Where? Where? Three pulls, 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 king came and saw her, she was amazed and delighted. But all the gold only made him greater. So he led the miller's daughter to a lounge in room 5 with straw, and he ordered her to spin this straw three or four times, if she valued her life. The girl didn't know what to do. She began to weep once more. The door opened, and the little man stepped in. What will you give me if I spin this straw into gold for you? He asked. The ring of my fingers, asked the girl. And the little man took her ring. Then he spun it well with the ring, and before the night was over, he had spun all the straw into gleaming gold. So soon after sunrise, the king returned a pile of golden spools. Glowing in the morning light, the king rejoiced at the sight of so much gold, but still he was not satisfied. He led the miller's daughter to another, even bigger room, that was filled with straw. Can you help me spin this straw? The miller's daughter gave him the straw, and he spun it well with the straw. Then the little man spun it well with the straw, and the little man spun it well with the straw. Then the little man spun it well with the straw, and the little man spun it well with the straw. Then the little man spun it well with the straw, and the little man spun it well with the straw. Then the little man spun it well with the straw, When the king had left, the little man appeared for the third time. Can you help me spin for you yet once more? He asked. I have nothing else. The miller replied. Then promise that when you become king, your first child will belong to me. The miller's daughter gave him. Who could she promise such a thing? Then she thought, but who knows whether that will ever happen, and as she could think of no other way to save herself, she promised, and the little man once again spun all the straw into gold. When the king came in the morning and found everything as he had wished, he married the miller's beautiful daughter, and she became a queen. A year passed, and the queen brought a handsome baby boy. In the world she had scarcely a touch to the little man, but one day he appeared suddenly in the room. Now tell me what you promised me. He then made it. The queen pleaded with the little man he chose to take as a royal treasure. He would only let her keep her child, but her pleading was in vain. Then he begged her to keep the treasure that at last the little man had moved. I will give you three days, he said. If by the end of that time you know my name, you may give your child. Now he laid the case aside, and the next day, thinking of the name, said hi to her. That evening the little man returned, beginning with Caspar, Mector, and Martasan. 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 night the queen had inquired the maiden down searching for new names, and when the little man came that evening she posed the strangest and most unusual one to him. She tried best tips, and legograms, and stit bones, but he would only reply, That is not my name. Now the queen braced herself and she sent her most wise servant into the wood's log. The servant searched through thick and overcrowded dead in the forest, and last near the top on a high hill despised him. He was reading on a cooking spoon around his great fire, and crying out, I brew my beer, I bake my loaves, and soon the queen's son I will claim. Oh, lucky me, for no one knows that Rumpelstiltskin is my name. The servant made her way back as fast as she could, and the maiden died with her cousin. You can imagine how late the queen had with her the name. Late then the little man arrived. Hello, Mrs. Queen. Hey, hey. Do you know my name, or do I take the child? So the queen asked him, Is your name Will? No. Is your name Bill? No. In this case, is your name Rumpelstiltskin? Did I just tell you that? Did I just tell you that? Right Rumpelstiltskin. And in a fury he jumped on his cooking spoon and flew out the windows, and he never was heard from again. The end. Thank you for listening.