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Fairytale lovers of all ages, will enjoy this collection of timeless classics, as Ms. Rae takes you into the woods and to far off places.
SPEAKER_00: Welcome to Forget Me
Not Fairy Tales.
Classic stories for book lovers
of all ages.
Let's begin.
In Grimm's Brothers Fairy Tale
Rumpel Stiltskin.
Written by Jacob and Wilhelm
Grimm.
Illustrated by Ray Wilson.
By the side of a wood in a
country a long way off ran a
fine stream of water.
And upon the stream there stood
a mill.
The miller's house was close by,
and the miller, you must know,
had a very beautiful daughter.
She was, moreover, very shrewd
and clever, and the miller was
so proud of her that he one day
told the king of the land, who
used to come and hunt in the
wood, that his daughter could
spin gold out of straw.
Now this king was very fond of
money, and when he heard the
miller's boast, his greediness
was raised, and he sent for the
girl to be brought before him.
Then he led her to a chamber in
his palace where there was a
great heap of straw.
And he gave her a spinning wheel
and said, All this must be spun
into gold before morning, as you
love your life.
It was in vain that the poor
maiden said that it was only a
silly boast of her father, for
that she could do no such thing
as spin straw into gold.
The chamber door was locked, and
she was left alone.
She sat down in one corner of
the room and began to bewail her
hard fate, when on a sudden the
door opened and a droll looking
little man hobbled in and said,
Good morrow to you, my good
lass.
What are you weeping for?
Alas said she, I must spin the
straw into gold and I know not
how.
Mine necklace replied the
maiden.
He took her at her word and sat
himself down to the wheel, and
whistled and sang.
Round about, round about lo and
behold real away reel away straw
into gold.
And round about the wheel went
merrily.
The work was quickly done, and
the straw was all spun into
gold.
When the king came and saw this,
he was greatly astonished and
pleased.
But his heart grew still more
greedy of game, and he shut up
the poor millow's daughter again
with a fresh task.
Then she knew not what to do and
sat down once more to weep.
But the dwarf soon opened the
door and said, What will ye give
me to do your task?
The ring on my finger said she.
So her little friend took the
ring and began to work at the
wheel again and whistled and
sang Roundabout, roundabout, lo
and behold, Rilaway, Rilo Way
straw into gold.
Till long before morning all was
done again.
The king was greatly delighted
to see all this glittering
treasure, but still he had not
enough.
So he took the miller's daughter
to a yet larger heap and said
All this must be spun tonight,
and if it is, you shall be my
queen.
As soon as she was alone, that
door came in and said What will
you give me to spin gold for you
this third time?
I have nothing left, said she.
Then say you will give me, said
the little man, the first little
child that you may have when you
are queen.
That may never be, thought the
miller's daughter, and as she
knew no other way to get her
task done, she said she would do
what he asked.
Round went the wheel again to
the old song, and the mannequin
once more spun the heap into
gold.
For the king came in the morning
and finding all he wanted was
forced to keep his word.
So he married the miller's
daughter, and she really became
queen.
The birth of her first little
child, she was very glad and
forgot the dwarf and what she
had said.
But one day he came into her
room where she was sitting
playing with her baby and put
her in mind of it.
Then she grieved sorely at her
misfortune and said she would
give him all the wealth of the
kingdom and he would let her
off, but in vain, till at last
her tears softened him, and he
said, I will give you three days
grace, and if during that time
you tell me my name, you shall
keep your child.
Now the queen lay awake all
night, thinking of all the odd
names that she had ever heard,
and she sent messengers all over
the land to find out new ones.
The next day the little man came
and she began with Timothy,
Kebab, Benjamin, Jeremiah, and
all the names she could
remember.
But to all and each of them he
said, Madam, that is not my
name.
The second day she began with
all the comical names she could
hear of the legs, hunchback,
crookshanks, and so on.
But the little gentleman still
said to every one of them,
Madam, that is not my name.
The third day, one of the
messengers came back and said, I
have traveled two days without
hearing of any other names.
But yesterday I was climbing a
high hill among the trees of the
forest where the fox and the
hare bid each other good night.
I saw a little hut, and before
the hut burnt a fire, and round
about the fire a funny little
dwarf was dancing upon one leg
and singing.
Merrily the feast I'll make
today I'll brew, tomorrow bake,
merrily I'll dance and sing, for
next day will a stranger bring.
Little does my lady dream Rumple
Stulkskin is my name.
When the queen heard this, she
jumped for joy, and as soon as
her little friend came, she sat
down upon her throne and called
all her court round to enjoy the
fun.
And the nurse stood by her side
with the baby in her arms as if
it was quite ready to be given
up.
Then the little man began to
chuckle at the thought of having
the poor child to take home with
him to his hut in the woods, and
he cried out He Now lady, what
is my name?
Is it John?
asked she.
No, madam.
Is it Tom?
No, madam.
Is it Jeremy?
It is not.
Can your name be Rumple
Stillskin?
said the lady slyly.
Some witch told you that some
witch told you that cried the
little man and dashed his right
foot in a rage so deep into the
floor that he was forced to lay
hold of it with both hands to
pull it out.
Then he made the best of his way
off while the nurse laughed and
the baby crowed, and all the
court jeered at him for having
had so much trouble for nothing
and said, We wish you a very
good morning and a merry feast,
Mr Rumpel Stilskin.
The End I hope you enjoyed this
story.
The Grimms Brothers Rumpel
Stilskin.
Fairy tales contain many morals.
One lesson from this story is
Being greedy or making quick
decisions when under pressure
can lead to trouble.
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