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Once there was a poor 

miller with a beautiful 

daughter. The miller went 

to speak to the king and 

told said, "I have a 

daughter who can spin 

straw into gold". The king 

told him to bring this 

daughter to his palace, 

which has a volume of 

250,000 cubic meters. And 

so, the miller's daughter 

was locked in a room and 

told that is she could not 

spin 50 meters of straw 

into gold by daybreak, she 

would be killed.

The girl began to cry, for she 

didn't know how to spin straw 

into gold. After 120 seconds 

of weeping, the miller's 

daughter found herself face 

to face with a short man, 

only 90 centimeters tall. The 

little man asked the girl what 

was wrong, and she 

explained her desperate 

situation. The dwarf offered 

to help her, if she would offer 

him something grand. "I'll 

give you my 13 gram 

necklace," the girl stated. 

The short man agreed and 

made all the straw into gold 

extremely quickly. 

The king was very happy to see all of this gold and 

requested the daughter to turn 60 meters of straw into 

gold. Once again, the little man appeared and this 

time, the girl gave him her 7 gram ring. And so, the 

man turned all the straw into gold once again.

The king rejoiced and brought the daughter to a room 

with 80 meters of straw and told her that if she turns 

all of it into gold, she will get to be his wife.

The short man came 

once again, but this time 

the girl had nothing 

more to give.

"Then promise me, if you 

become queen, to give 

me your first child," the 

little man said. The girl 

agreed, and all the straw 

was turned into gold. 

When the king came in 

the next morning, he 

was ecstatic and 

proceeded to make the 

miller's daughter his 

wife, and therefore the 

queen.

One year later, the queen gave 

birth to a 3500 gram baby. 

Suddenly, the small man came 

back and demanded the child. 

The queen obviously refused 

and begged for the small man 

not to take her baby, but he did 

not stop telling her to give it to 

him. Finally, the man says, "If 

you can guess my name in three 

days, I will not take your child". 

The queen thought of names 

the whole night and sent 

messengers 50 kilometers in 

every direction to search for 

new names. No matter which 

ones she tried, they were 

wrong.

On the final day, one of the messengers cam back to the 

queen telling, telling her that he had found no new 

names.

However, he did find something of interest.

"In that cold, 15 degree Celsius forest, I saw a ridiculous 

90 centimeter tall man jumping around singing a 10 

second song that went like so: Today I bake, tomorrow 

brew, the next I'll have that young queen's 3.5 kilogram 

child, glad am I that no one knew, that Rumpelstiltskin I 

am styled!".

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