Румпельштильцхен

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           Thethirddayoneofthemessengerscameback,andsaid,‘Ihavetravelledtwodayswithouthearingofanyothernames;butyesterday,asIwasclimbingahighhill,amongthetreesoftheforestwherethefoxandtheharebideachothergoodnight,Isawalittlehut;andbeforethehutburntafire;androundaboutthefireafunnylittledwarfwasdancingupononeleg,andsinging:

           “MerrilythefeastI’llmake.

           TodayI’llbrew,tomorrowbake;

           MerrilyI’lldanceandsing,

           Fornextdaywillastrangerbring.

           Littledoesmyladydream

           Rumpelstiltskinismyname!”

           Whenthequeenheardthisshejumpedforjoy,andassoonasherlittlefriendcameshesatdownuponherthrone,andcalledallhercourtroundtoenjoythefun;andthenursestoodbyhersidewiththebabyinherarms,asifitwasquitereadytobegivenup.Thenthelittlemanbegantochuckleatthethoughtofhavingthepoorchild,totakehomewithhimtohishutinthewoods;andhecriedout,‘Now,lady,whatismyname?’‘IsitJOHN?’askedshe.‘No,madam!’‘IsitTOM?’‘No,madam!’‘IsitJEMMY?’‘Itisnot.’‘CanyournamebeRUMPELSTILTSKIN?’saidtheladyslyly.‘Somewitchtoldyouthat!—somewitchtoldyouthat!’criedthelittleman,anddashedhisrightfootinaragesodeepintothefloor,thathewasforcedtolayholdofitwithbothhandstopullitout