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The story is about a miller's daughter who is forced to spin straw into gold by the king. A little man helps her in exchange for her necklace and ring. The king demands more gold and gives her one last chance to spin straw into gold. The little man asks for her firstborn child if he succeeds. The queen agrees, but later tries to discover the little man's name. She sends a servant to find him and learns his name is Rumpelstiltskin. When the little man returns, the queen correctly guesses his name and he disappears forever. Prophecies and Phantasmagoras of the Brother's Dream Wrote an illustration by Paul Szewczynski 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 impress him. The miller said, I have found out the most art of spinning stone in the world. Now the king has a passion for gold, and such art improved him. So he ordered the miller to send his daughter to the castle straightway. When the girl was brought before him, the king led her to a room, which was filled with straws. With half a spool of spinning coal, and said, You may spin all night, but if you do not spin these straws into gold by morning, you will have to die. With that, she opened the door, and the girl was found inside a room. There sat the poor miller's daughter, without the silliest idea how anyone could spin straws into gold. For the life of her, she did not want to do. She was more and more frightened, and she began to weep. Suddenly the door sprang open, and a tiny man stepped in. Who is Mr. Miller? He said. Why are you sobbing? Oh. The girl cried. I must spin these straws into gold, and I don't know how. What will you give me if I spin it for you? My necklace. Answer the girl. The little man took her necklace and sat down at the spinning wheel he pulled three times. And the spool was full of gold, sir. He tied another spool on her. Where, where, where? The girl did not know how 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 these straws into gold for you? He asked. The ring of my finger. Answered the girl, and the little man took the ring. Then the set spinning wheel ended, and before the night was over, he would put all the straws into the living room. Shortly after the sunrise, the king returned with the golden spools and gold. And in the morning light, the king returned and seen too much gold, but he still was not satisfied. He left the minor daughters in a third, even bigger room, which was filled with straws. Tonight you must spin the straws too. Ordered the king. Ordered the king. If you succeed, you shall become my wife. Because of the story, I could not find a richer wife in the old world. The king and the left the little man a prize for the third time. What will you give me if I spin for you yet once more? Here. I have nothing else. There. Then promise that when you become king, your first dance will belong to me. The mirror tried to talk to the world. She promised to notice it. The state thought that the sun hid the mirror away from it. On the earth she could think of no other way to save herself. She promised, and the little man also arranged some objects and jewels in the world. When the king came in the morning and saw everything as he had wished, he married the mirror's beautiful daughter, and she became queen. A year passed, and the queen brought a handsome baby boy into the world. She gave scornfully a thought to the little man, but one day he appeared suddenly in the room. No, give me that you promised me. He denied this. The queen played this with the little man. He could take all the royal treasure in his world, only let her keep her tomb. But her pleading was in vain. Then she began to weep. Surprisingly, at last the little man was moving. I could give three tales. He said. If by the end of that time you know my name, you may keep your jewels. Longing to the night, the queen sat and thought the next day, thinking over all the names she had ever heard. That evening, the little man returned it, becoming with Caspar, Melchor and Baltasar. The queen recited every name she knew, one after another, but to each one the little man replied, This is not my name. The second day, the queen had inquired maidens about searching for new names, and when the little man came that evening, she posed the strangest and most unusual ones to him. She tried Bellatrix and Legolas and Stringbones, but he would only reply, That is not my name. Now the queen drew truly frighteningly, and she sent her most frightful servant into the woods to look for the little man. The servant searched throats, thickets and over clearings deep into the forest. At last, near the top of a high hill, she spied him. He was breathing on a cooking spoon and around a great fire, and breathed out, I will my birth, I will my leave, and soon the king's own to claim and look me, for no one knows that Rapunzel's king is my name. She rebounded the bag as fast as she could imagine, and the maidens searched the castle. You can imagine how glad the king was seeing the name. Later evening, the little man arrived. No, Mr. King, do you know my name, or I told your king? So the king asked him. No, is your name Will? No, is your name Phil? No. In that case, is your name Rumpelstiltskin? The servant told you that, the servant told you that, said Rumpelstiltskin, and before he jumped from his cooking spoon and filled the window, and he never came from again. The end. Thank you for listening.