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Rumpelstiltskin Narration


These illustrations were generously provided by Grandma's Graphics 
and came from the following sources. See the notes at the bottom of each illustration page
for more information.Anne Anderson, illustrator. Anne Anderson's 
Old, Old Fairy Tales. Racine, Wisconsin: Whitman Publishing Company, 1935. 




Rumpelstiltskin Narration
Ian age 9

There was a poor man and the king, one day, arrived at his house. The man said his daughter could spin straw into gold.
Then the king put the daughter in a room and said, " Spin this straw into gold. "
The daughter was sad because she didn't know how to.
Then a little man went into the room and said " What will you give me if I spin this straw into gold?
She said, " My necklace."
The little man took the necklace and started spinning the spinning wheel. When the king woke up it was done

The king put her in an even bigger room with more straw. The little man showed up again. He said " What will you give me if I spin this straw into gold? "
She said, "The ring off my finger.
He grabbed the ring and started spinning. The king woke up and saw the room was full of gold again.

The king put her in an even bigger room and said, " Spin this straw into gold."
The little man came again and said, " What will you give me if I spin this straw into gold?" She said, " I have nothing to give. "
"Give me your first Child." She agreed.
He spun all the straw into gold. Then the king woke up and married her.

A year later she had a baby and he came for it.
He said,  "You can keep your child if you can guess my name."
He gave her three days to guess. She sent a messenger to get all the names in the village. Then the little man came again, she tried to guess.
He always said, "That is not it."
She sent the messenger out again and collected even the most strange names. She still did not guess it. She sent the messenger out again. He did not find any new names. The messenger told how he stumbled upon a cliff edge and down below he saw a little hut with a fire lit inside. He saw a little man dancing and singing a little song about how his name was Rumpelstiltskin. She guessed again and then guessed Rumpelstiltskin
The little man yelled and said "You can keep your baby!"
He stomped his foot so hard he fell into the ground.

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