well you better because your life
depends on it (evil laugh)
my daughter is
no slave you
disgrace of a
Then the Queen pondered the whole night over all the names she had ever heard,
And sent a messenger to scour the land, and to pick up far and near any names he could
When the little man arrived on the following day she began with Kasper, Melchior, Belshazzar
and all the other names she knew, in a string, but at each one the manikin called out: “That’s not my name.”
The next day she sent to inquire the names of all the people in the neighborhood
and had a long list of the most uncommon and extraordinary for the little man
when he made his appearance. “Is your name, perhaps, Sheepshanks Cruickshanks, Spindleshanks
but he always replied: “That’s not my name.”
but as I came upon a high hill round the corner of the wood, where the foxes and hares bid each other good-night,
On the third day the THE LITTLE MAN returned and announced: “I have not been able to find any new names
I saw a little house, and in front of the house burned a fire, and round the fire sprang the
most grotesque little man, hopping on one leg and crying
Tomorrow I brew, to-day I bake,
And then the child away I’ll take;
For little deems my royal dame
That Rumpelstiltskin is my name
Rumpelstiltskin was kind to give the miller’s daughter a chance to keep her baby son.
But he gave the name away when he was singing a silly song the night before the miller’s daughter had to guess his name
What do you think is a good thing to think about before you say anything that might be harmful to you or others?
Rumpelstilskin was singing the silly song because he thought the Queen had already lost her chance to guess his name
Do you think you can ever assume that something is the case while things can still change? Why or why not?
Then the Queen began to cry and sob so bitterly that the little man was sorry for her
, and said: “I’ll give you three days to guess my name, and if you find it out in that
the time you may keep your child.”When the girl was alone the little man appeared for the third time,
and said: “What’ll you give me if I spin the straw for you once again?”
“I’ve nothing more to give,” answered the girl.
“Then promise me when you are Queen to give me your first child.”
“Who knows what may not happen before that?” thought the miller’s daughter;
and besides, she saw no other way out of it, so she promised the manikin what he
demanded, and he set to work once more and spun the straw into gold.