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This story by the Brothers Grimm has so many morals, it’s hard to say which one is the main theme. There is the boastful miller who wants to appear important, there is the greedy king who threatens and bullies the miller’s daughter – there is the daughter who makes a rash promise, and then there is the Rumpelstiltskin himself, magical, wild, and so full of rage when he loses his bet, that he comes to a NASTY END.

Read by Natasha. Duration 10 minutes.

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Once there was a miller who was poor, but who had a beautiful daughter. Now it happened that he had an audience with the King, and in order to make himself appear as a person of importance he said to him, “I have a daughter who can spin straw into gold.” The King said to the miller, “That is an art which pleases me well; if your daughter is as clever as you say,
bring her to-morrow to my palace, and I will try what she can do.”

And when the girl was brought to him he took her into a room which was quite full of straw, gave her a spinning-wheel and a reel, and said, “Now set to work, and if by to-morrow morning early you have not spun this
straw into gold during the night, you must die.” Thereupon he himself
locked up the room, and left her in it alone. So there sat the poor
miller’s daughter, and for the life of her could not tell what to do;
she had no idea how straw could be spun into gold, and she grew more
and more miserable, until at last she began to weep.

But all at once the door opened, and in came a little man, and said,
“Good evening, Mistress Miller; why are you crying so?” “Alas!” answered
the girl, “I have to spin straw into gold, and I do not know how to
do it.” “What will you give me,” said the manikin, “if I do it for
you?” “My necklace,” said the girl. The little man took the necklace,
seated himself in front of the wheel, and “whirr, whirr, whirr,” three
turns, and the reel was full; then he put another on, and whirr, whirr,
whirr, three times round, and the second was full too. And so it went
on until the morning, when all the straw was spun, and all the reels
were full of gold. By daybreak the King was already there, and when he
saw the gold he was astonished and delighted, but his heart became only
more greedy. He had the miller’s daughter taken into another room full
of straw, which was much larger, and commanded her to spin that also in
one night if she valued her life. The girl knew not how to help herself,
and was crying, when the door again opened, and the little man appeared,
and said, “What will you give me if I spin that straw into gold for
you?” “The ring on my finger,” answered the girl. The little man took
the ring, again began to turn the wheel, and by morning had spun all
the straw into glittering gold.

The King rejoiced beyond measure at the sight, but still he had not
gold enough; and he had the miller’s daughter taken into a still larger
room full of straw, and said, “You must spin this, too, in the course
of this night; but if you succeed, you shall be my wife.” “Even if she
be a miller’s daughter,” thought he, “I could not find a richer wife in
the whole world.”

When the girl was alone the manikin came again for the third time,
and said, “What will you give me if I spin the straw for you this time
also?” “I have nothing left that I could give,” answered the girl. “Then
promise me, if you should become Queen, your first child.” “Who knows
whether that will ever happen?” thought the miller’s daughter; and, not
knowing how else to help herself in this strait, she promised the manikin
what he wanted, and for that he once more span the straw into gold.

And when the King came in the morning, and found all as he had wished,
he took her in marriage, and the pretty miller’s daughter became a Queen.

A year after, she had a beautiful child, and she never gave a thought to
the manikin. But suddenly he came into her room, and said, “Now give me
what you promised.” The Queen was horror-struck, and offered the manikin
all the riches of the kingdom if he would leave her the child. But the
manikin said, “No, something that is living is dearer to me than all the
treasures in the world.” Then the Queen began to weep and cry, so that
the manikin pitied her. “I will give you three days’ time,” said he,
“if by that time you find out my name, then shall you keep your child.”

So the Queen thought the whole night of all the names that she had ever
heard, and she sent a messenger over the country to inquire, far and
wide, for any other names that there might be. When the manikin came the
next day, she began with Caspar, Melchior, Balthazar, and said all the
names she knew, one after another; but to every one the little man said,
“That is not my name.” On the second day she had inquiries made in the
neighborhood as to the names of the people there, and she repeated to the
manikin the most uncommon and curious. “Perhaps your name is Shortribs, or
Sheepshanks, or Laceleg?” but he always answered, “That is not my name.”

On the third day the messenger came back again, and said, “I have not been
able to find a single new name, but as I came to a high mountain at the
end of the forest, where the fox and the hare bid each other good night,
there I saw a little house, and before the house a fire was burning,
and round about the fire quite a ridiculous little man was jumping:
he hopped upon one leg, and shouted—

“To-day I bake, to-morrow brew,
The next I’ll have the young Queen’s child.
Ha! glad am I that no one knew
That Rumpelstiltskin I am styled.”

You may think how glad the Queen was when she heard the name! And when
soon afterwards the little man came in, and asked, “Now, Mistress Queen,
what is my name?” at first she said, “Is your name Conrad?” “No.” “Is
your name Harry?” “No.”

“Perhaps your name is Rumpelstiltskin?”

“The devil has told you that! the devil has told you that!” cried the
little man, and in his anger he plunged his right foot so deep into the
earth that his whole leg went in; and then in rage he pulled at his left
leg so hard with both hands that he tore himself in two.