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Once upon a time there was a poor man and he has a beautiful daughter. The king saw the beauty and brought them to his court and commanded the girl to spin gold. She did not know how so she started to cry until a small man came to help. "I will spin this hay into strands of pure gold but you must give me a gift." The young girl agreed and gave him a necklace then, soon, the room was full. The very next day her room was much bigger and, again, she was told spin gold. Alone in the room the small man returned and again requested a gift. She gave him her ring and the small man did spin until all the hay was gold. The greedy old king wanted more gold and the third room was much larger. Again the man came, still wanting gifts, but the girl had nothing left. The small man thought and had an idea -- he wanted her first born child. She sadly accepted and the room filled with gold. Then the daughter married the king. The new queen had a daughter and, just as he said, the man came to take her away. She wanted to keep her so he gave her three days to find his hidden name. On the very last day a knight saw a man who had a peculiar name : Rumplestiltskin The queen dared to say, "Could your name maybe be ... Rumplestiltskin?" He lashed out in anger and tore himself in two and never again was he seen.
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Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 12:21 PM UTC
Rumplestiltskin
Once upon a time there was a poor man and he has a beautiful daughter. The king saw the beauty and brought them to his court and commanded the girl to spin gold. She did not know how so she started to cry until a small man came to help. "I will spin this hay into strands of pure gold but you must give me a gift." The young girl agreed and gave him a necklace then, soon, the room was full. The very next day her room was much bigger and, again, she was told spin gold. Alone in the room the small man returned and again requested a gift. She gave him her ring and the small man did spin until all the hay was gold. The greedy old king wanted more gold and the third room was much larger. Again the man came, still wanting gifts, but the girl had nothing left. The small man thought and had an idea -- he wanted her first born child. She sadly accepted and the room filled with gold. Then the daughter married the king. The new queen had a daughter and, just as he said, the man came to take her away. She wanted to keep her so he gave her three days to find his hidden name. On the very last day a knight saw a man who had a peculiar name : Rumplestiltskin The queen dared to say, "Could your name maybe be ... Rumplestiltskin?" He lashed out in anger and tore himself in two and never again was he seen.
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Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 12:21 PM UTC
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