Amania: What am I going to do? I cannot do this impossible chore. I will be
a dead girl by tomorrow!
Jeff: She started to pace, when suddenly, she felt a chill. And for a moment the room seemed to turn dark. Then suddenly the door, which had been locked, swung open. A little man entered, and the door closed behind him.
Amania: Who the hell are you, and how did you get in here? The door was locked.
Jeff: She stared at the little man. He was no more than three feet tall and dressed in strange clothes.
Dwarf: Good evening, Mistress Miller. It is better if I ask the questions.
Jeff: His voice was squeaky, and when he spoke, his large red nose seemed to wiggle back and forth.
Amania: *Under her breath* Eww. What do you want to know?
Dwarf: I want to know why such a sweet young girl, such as yourself, is crying so.
Jeff: She's takin' you know! So don't get any ideas!
Amania: *Turns to the narrator*Chill out, will you? *Turns back to the manikin* Alas, I have to spin all this straw into gold by tomorrow morning. If I do not, the king will have me put to death. I am crying because I cannot do it, and tomorrow I shall be dead! (Making a cutting motion on her throat.)
Dwarf: I'll spin the straw into gold for you.
Jeff: The dwarf said, his beady little eyes were staring at her.
Amania: You will? That's soo wonderful. How can I ever thank you? Why did I just say that?
Dwarf: You can give me that silver necklace that you're wearing around your neck.
Jeff: Amania touched the necklace. It had been a gift to her from her dear departed grandmother. But she knew that her grandmother would want her alive.
Amania: I want to be alive too you know.
Jeff: So, Amania took off her necklace and handed it to the little man. He quickly put the necklace into his pocket. Then, he sat down by the spinning wheel. He grabbed a handful of straw, spun it around the wheel very fast, and in moments it had turned into gold. Then he grabbed more straw and continued to spin it into gold. Amania watched in silence as the dwarf continued to spin the straw, and heaps of gold piled up quickly. Soon Amania's eyelids grew heavy. She then fell asleep. When she awoke, it was early morning. The dwarf was gone. Also gone, was the straw. And in its place was tall heaps of gold.
Jeff: She started to pace, when suddenly, she felt a chill. And for a moment the room seemed to turn dark. Then suddenly the door, which had been locked, swung open. A little man entered, and the door closed behind him.
Amania: Who the hell are you, and how did you get in here? The door was locked.
Jeff: She stared at the little man. He was no more than three feet tall and dressed in strange clothes.
Dwarf: Good evening, Mistress Miller. It is better if I ask the questions.
Jeff: His voice was squeaky, and when he spoke, his large red nose seemed to wiggle back and forth.
Amania: *Under her breath* Eww. What do you want to know?
Dwarf: I want to know why such a sweet young girl, such as yourself, is crying so.
Jeff: She's takin' you know! So don't get any ideas!
Amania: *Turns to the narrator*Chill out, will you? *Turns back to the manikin* Alas, I have to spin all this straw into gold by tomorrow morning. If I do not, the king will have me put to death. I am crying because I cannot do it, and tomorrow I shall be dead! (Making a cutting motion on her throat.)
Dwarf: I'll spin the straw into gold for you.
Jeff: The dwarf said, his beady little eyes were staring at her.
Amania: You will? That's soo wonderful. How can I ever thank you? Why did I just say that?
Dwarf: You can give me that silver necklace that you're wearing around your neck.
Jeff: Amania touched the necklace. It had been a gift to her from her dear departed grandmother. But she knew that her grandmother would want her alive.
Amania: I want to be alive too you know.
Jeff: So, Amania took off her necklace and handed it to the little man. He quickly put the necklace into his pocket. Then, he sat down by the spinning wheel. He grabbed a handful of straw, spun it around the wheel very fast, and in moments it had turned into gold. Then he grabbed more straw and continued to spin it into gold. Amania watched in silence as the dwarf continued to spin the straw, and heaps of gold piled up quickly. Soon Amania's eyelids grew heavy. She then fell asleep. When she awoke, it was early morning. The dwarf was gone. Also gone, was the straw. And in its place was tall heaps of gold.
