There was once a poor miller who, desperate for wealth and fame, told his king that The Miller's daughter could spin straw into gold.
The king locked her in the room full of straw. He told the daughter that she had the night to fill the room with gold or he would have her head.
But a little man came and said he would spin the straw into gold for her necklace.
When you become queen give me your first child and I will spin the straw to gold tonight.
And sure enough by morning the room was filled with gold, but the only thing that it did was fuel the king's greed.
He put her in a bigger room filled with even more straw. But, feeling dreadfully sorry. the little man arrived where he spun the straw for her ring.
And again when the king came the next morning he was presented with even more gold.
Now the king was so happy with the daughter that he said he would put her in only one more room... if she would accept his hand in marriage.
You have three days to guess my name. You can have as many tries as you must. But if you don't guess correctly I have your son.
So again the he put her in a even larger room with a full stack of hay . Again the little man came and again he asked for something in return for his service.
The daughter had nothing else to give so the Little Man struck a deal.
With no other option she had to agree. When the morning arrived the king married her on the spot.
What about Kasper... or Melchior... or Belshazzar!?
A year passed and the new queen nearly forgot about the Little Man.
Until one day she had her first child, a boy, and the Little Man arrived at the castle.
YOUR MAJESTY!!
The queen sobbed and cried for her boy offering the man anything else in the kingdom.
So the Little Man, taking pity on the queen, offered her a chance to keep her son and that he would return tomorrow.
The queen pondered all night over every name she'd heard as well as sending out a messenger to scower the local village
So when the man arrived the queen tried all the names she'd found.
Nope. Try harder
Next the queen sent her messenger all over the land to find as much names as possible. He returned and the queen questioned the Little Man again.
NOOOO. You'll never get your son
Is your name Sheepshanks... or Cruickshanks... or Spindleshanks?!
The queen was frustrated and thought she would never see her son again until the messenger came with news.
I was searching for a kingdom which was known for extreme names and I came across a cabin in the woods. The little man was dancing around a fire and singing. I FOUND HIS NAME!
Yesss?? Whats my name?
I thinks your name is Harry... or Conrad... or maybe its....
!RUMPELSTITSKIN!
A DEMON TOLD YOU THAT YOU WITC-
The messenger told the queen what he'd heard.
Obviously the queen was delighted and when the man came the queen could barely contain her excitement.
Rumpelstiltskin was shocked. While the queen relished in the relief of keeping her son.
In his anger Rumpelstiltskin drove his right foot into the ground and his left foot upward so vigorously that he tore himself in two.