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Rumpelstiltskin

Grimm Brothers Collection

b flourishBy 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, 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 gave her a spinning-wheel, and said, ‘If you care for your life, all this must be spun into gold before morning.’ 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 cry; when on a sudden the door opened, and a droll-looking little man hobbled in, and said, ‘Good morrow to you, young lady; what are you weeping for?’ ‘Alas!’ she cried, ‘I must spin this straw into gold, and I don’t know how.’

‘What will you give me,’ said the hobgoblin, ‘to do it for you?’

Little Red Riding Hood

Charles Perrault Collection

o flourishOnce upon a time there lived in a certain village a little country girl, the prettiest thing that ever was seen. Her mother was very fond of her, and her grandmother loved her even more. This good woman made for her a little red riding-hood, which suited the girl so well that everybody called her Little Red Riding-hood.

One day her mother, having made some custard, said to her:

“Go, my dear, and see how your grandmother is doing; I hear she has been very ill; carry her some custard and this little pot of butter.”

Little Red Riding-hood set out immediately to go to her grandmother’s, who lived in another village.

As she was going through the wood, she met Gaffer Wolf, who had a good mind to eat her up; but he didn’t dare to, because there were wood cutters nearby in the forest. After making sure no one was looking, he asked her where she was going.

The Three Little Pigs

James Halliwell-Phillips Collection

the three little pigs leave homeo flourishOnce upon a time there was an old sow with three little pigs, and as she didn’t have enough to take care of them, she sent them out to seek their fortune.

The first that went off met a man with a bundle of straw, and said to him, “Please, Sir, give me that straw to build a house”; which the man did, and the little Pig built a house with it. Just then a wolf came and knocked at the door, saying, “Little pig, little pig, let me come in.”

But the pig knew better and replied, “No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin.”

“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in!” said the wolf. So he huffed and he puffed, and he blew his house in, and ate up the little pig.

The second pig met a man with a bundle of shrubs, and said, “Please, Sir, give me those shrubs to build a house”; which the man did, and the pig built his house.

Then along came the wolf and said, “Little pig, little pig, let me come in.”

“No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin.”

“Then I’ll puff and I’ll huff, and I’ll blow your house in!” So he huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and he huffed, and at last he blew the house down, and ate up the second little pig.

Dummling and the Golden Goose

Grimm Brothers Collection

t flourishThere was a man who had three sons, the youngest of whom was called Dummling, and was despised, mocked, and sneered at on every occasion.

It happened that the eldest wanted to go into the forest to chop wood, and before he went his mother gave him a wonderful pastry and a bottle of wine so that he might not suffer from hunger or thirst.Dummling and the Golden Goose - Rejecting the Old Man

When he entered the forest he met a little gray-haired old man who bade him good day, and said: ‘Do give me a piece of pastry out of your pocket, and let me have a sip of your wine; I am so hungry and thirsty.’ But the clever son answered: ‘If I give you my pastry and wine, I shall have none for myself; so forget it!’ and he left the little man standing and went on.

But when he began to chop down a tree, it was not long before he made a false stroke, and the axe cut him in the arm, so that he had to go home and have it bandaged. And this was the little gray man’s doing.

After this the second son went into the forest, and his mother gave him, like the eldest, a fresh pastry and a bottle of wine.