Rumpelstilzkin

Rumpelstilskin’s Version of his Story

Rumpelstilskin is my name, of course. If you have heard of me you’re going to hear it again. In my little twist (so it is interesting) I’m an elf, mixed with goblin. Anyway I like to trick people, and this is a story of trickery.

This is my story. Once there was a maiden who lived on a farm with her father. One day in June her father said it was time for him to visit the King. When he got home he said, "Dear daughter, tomorrow you are to visit the Prince and spin gold out of straw." As the father was talking the maiden was gaping, but she knew she had to go. This is when I come in.

I help spin the gold three times for her ring, her necklace, and for her first born child. I get her child, for she is now a princess. All that leads till now if she can guess my name she will keep the child, but she hasn’t been able to guess for two days.

So let us go to the castle. "Ha! There you are. Now give the child, dear," said Rumpelstilskin.

"No cause I know your name. It is… Rumpelstilskin!" said the princess with a laugh.

"You told her, you traitor," said Rumpelstilskin to the messenger he had caught last night. And he stomped his way into the ground.