That night the queen thought over all the name possibilities for the little man. She even sent out a messenger to help accomplish this task. On the first day, she guessed name after name but none of them were right. On the second day, she guessed very unusual names but none of them were right. What could the little man’s name possibly be?
Give me that baby right now!
That is not my name
Is it Casper, Sheepshanks, Malchior, Balthazar?
Falling action
Soon after, the messenger came back with some great news. While she was passing through the woods, she saw a little man hopping on one leg chanting his name. The queen was ecstatic!. On the third day, the little man came back and asked the queen what his name was. After a few guesses, she guessed his name right. Rumpelstiltskin was furious, he hated how his plan backfired.
If it is not Harry, Perhaps you are called Rumpelstiltskin!
The devil told you that!
Messenger's binoculars
Today do I bake, tomorrow i brew, the day after that the queen's child comes in: And oh! I am glad that nobody knew that the name i am called is Rumpelstiltskin!
Falling action
In a fit of rage, he stamped so forcefully with his right foot that it pierced the earth above his knee. He then seized his left foot with both hands in such a furry he split in two.that was the end of Rumpelstiltskin.