Jeff: The wedding was held the next evening. It was a large and grand
affair. The people of the kingdom danced, dined, laughed, and were stunned
at the gold that adorned every corner of every room of the castle. Well,
they should be. And the king did not know that he actually married The
Dark Enchantress since they both look exactly the same. In exactly one year
later, The Dark Enchantress, now the queen, gave birth to a baby boy. By
now she had completely forgotten about the little dwarf and the promise she
had made to him.
The Dark Enchantress: Ah, but that would only happen if I was the miller's daughter. But I am not. I am The Dark Enchantress. I know all.
Jeff: The Dark Enchantress was in her room, cradling her new baby in her arms, when she felt a rush of air and a cold chill filled the room.
Dwarf: I'll take that baby now. He belongs to me.
Jeff: The Dark Enchantress looked down. Standing near the foot of her bed was the dwarf.
The Dark Enchantress: You musn't. I'll give you anything else you ask. Gold, money, diamonds, horses, land, anything. But do not take my darling baby from me.
Jeff: The Dark Enchantress began to cry.
The Dark Enchantress: I'm faking it by the way.
Jeff: Now, the dwarf was a mysterious fellow.
Amania: I should say so.
Jeff: But he had feelings.
Amania: Whatever.
Jeff: He understood how badly the young queen felt about giving up her baby.
The Dark Enchantress: Yeah right.
Dwarf: I will make a deal with you. I'll give you a chance to keep your baby. If you can guess my name within the next three days, then you may keep your baby, and I will disappear from your life forever.
The Dark Enchantress: Won't this be fun.
Dwarf: But if you cannot guess my name, then the baby is mine.
Jeff: She then realized she had no choise but to accept the dwarf's offer.
The Dark Enchantress: I accept.
Dwarf: Good. I will return tomorrow. Let us see if you've guessed my name by then.
The Dark Enchantress: Oh this is going to be so much fun.
Jeff: The dwarf then left.
The Dark Enchantress: I already know what his name is. But I'm going to make him wait.
Jeff: The next day the dwarf returned.
Dwarf: Well? What do you think my name is?
The Dark Enchantress: Is it Kaspar?
Jeff: The little man shook his head no.
The Dark Enchantress: Is it Melchoir? Balthazar? That sounds almost like Cole on Charmed. Therig?
Jeff: To each name, the dwarf said:
Dwarf: That is not my name. That's all for today. I'll return tomorrow. You have only two more days left to guess what my name is.
The Dark Enchantress: Ha, ha, ha, ha. I already know what his name is.
Jeff: By the time the dwarf returned on the second day, The Dark Enchantress had a long list of men's names.
The Dark Enchantress: Just for the hell of it.
Jeff: She began to read off the names.
The Dark Enchantress: Ribsobeef? Beefstew? Muttonchops? Sounds like a recipy to me. Spindlewheel? Strawman?
Jeff: To each name the little man shook his head no.
Dwarf: That's all the guesses you get today. I'll return tomorrow. Remember, tomorrow is your third and final day to guess my name.
The Dark Enchantress: I know, I know.
Jeff: As The Dark Enchantress was getting ready for bed, one of her servants entered her chamber.
Servent: Your ladyship, I have seen a strange thing. I was climing one of the far mountains, looking for anyone who might know the name of the strange dwarf. I approached a cottage, and saw a fire burning outside it. A weird little man was dancing around the fire and singing:
Today I'll brew, tomorrow I'll bake,
Soon I'll have the queen's namesake.
Oh, how hard it is to play my game
When Rumpelstiltskin is my name.
Jeff: The Dark Enchantress was pleased with the servant that she gave him two pounds of gold as a reward. Then she fell into a restful sleep, and waited for the light of day. The next morning The Dark Enchantress awoke. The curtains in her chamber swayed to a silent breeze and a chilling numbness passed through her. She knew the dwarf had arrived.
Dwarf: Today is the third day. Guess my name, or I leave with your baby.
Jeff: The Dark Enchantress smiled.
The Dark Enchantress: Is it Kunz?
Dwarf: Not even close.
The Dark Enchantress: Could it be Heinz? Ha, like heinze ketchup.
Dwarf: No.
Jeff: He was now by the bed, leaning over and reaching to pick up the baby.
The Dark Enchantress: I don't want his grubby hands on my baby! Then I'll try one last name. If I'm wrong, then my dear baby is yours.
Dwarf: I'm waiting
Jeff: His hands was now almost touching the baby.
The Dark Enchantress: *To herself * Unsanitary. I'm guessing your name is Rumpelstiltskin.
Jeff: She was now almost laughing at the dwarf. He spun around, his face was filled with disbelief.
Rumpelstiltskin: The devil told you, the devil told you!
The Dark Enchantress: No he didn't.
Jeff: The Dark Enchantress was now laughing out load as he stomped his foot down so hard it went clear through the floor. He screamed out in anger, grabbed his other foot with both his hands, and in a fit of rage tore himself completely in half. Then he disappeared.
The Dark Enchantress: No wonder these stories were not especially for children.
Jeff: The Dark Enchantress huged her baby in he arms, and knew that now he won't bother her ever again. And lived happily ever after.
The Dark Enchantress: Or did we?
Jeff: After a week later, the king died. Of unexplained terms. And soon The Dark Enchantress ruled over the kingdom.
Amania: That sounds very suspicious.
The Dark Enchantress: Oh, does it now?
Amania: Yes it does.
The Dark Enchantress: Well, I assure you that he is probably happier where he is now, then he would be here.
Amania: Well, if you say so.
Jeff: And we all lived happily ever after. Untill next time.
* I hoped you liked that story. I might make another one. Maybe I am obsessed.* =)
The Dark Enchantress: Ah, but that would only happen if I was the miller's daughter. But I am not. I am The Dark Enchantress. I know all.
Jeff: The Dark Enchantress was in her room, cradling her new baby in her arms, when she felt a rush of air and a cold chill filled the room.
Dwarf: I'll take that baby now. He belongs to me.
Jeff: The Dark Enchantress looked down. Standing near the foot of her bed was the dwarf.
The Dark Enchantress: You musn't. I'll give you anything else you ask. Gold, money, diamonds, horses, land, anything. But do not take my darling baby from me.
Jeff: The Dark Enchantress began to cry.
The Dark Enchantress: I'm faking it by the way.
Jeff: Now, the dwarf was a mysterious fellow.
Amania: I should say so.
Jeff: But he had feelings.
Amania: Whatever.
Jeff: He understood how badly the young queen felt about giving up her baby.
The Dark Enchantress: Yeah right.
Dwarf: I will make a deal with you. I'll give you a chance to keep your baby. If you can guess my name within the next three days, then you may keep your baby, and I will disappear from your life forever.
The Dark Enchantress: Won't this be fun.
Dwarf: But if you cannot guess my name, then the baby is mine.
Jeff: She then realized she had no choise but to accept the dwarf's offer.
The Dark Enchantress: I accept.
Dwarf: Good. I will return tomorrow. Let us see if you've guessed my name by then.
The Dark Enchantress: Oh this is going to be so much fun.
Jeff: The dwarf then left.
The Dark Enchantress: I already know what his name is. But I'm going to make him wait.
Jeff: The next day the dwarf returned.
Dwarf: Well? What do you think my name is?
The Dark Enchantress: Is it Kaspar?
Jeff: The little man shook his head no.
The Dark Enchantress: Is it Melchoir? Balthazar? That sounds almost like Cole on Charmed. Therig?
Jeff: To each name, the dwarf said:
Dwarf: That is not my name. That's all for today. I'll return tomorrow. You have only two more days left to guess what my name is.
The Dark Enchantress: Ha, ha, ha, ha. I already know what his name is.
Jeff: By the time the dwarf returned on the second day, The Dark Enchantress had a long list of men's names.
The Dark Enchantress: Just for the hell of it.
Jeff: She began to read off the names.
The Dark Enchantress: Ribsobeef? Beefstew? Muttonchops? Sounds like a recipy to me. Spindlewheel? Strawman?
Jeff: To each name the little man shook his head no.
Dwarf: That's all the guesses you get today. I'll return tomorrow. Remember, tomorrow is your third and final day to guess my name.
The Dark Enchantress: I know, I know.
Jeff: As The Dark Enchantress was getting ready for bed, one of her servants entered her chamber.
Servent: Your ladyship, I have seen a strange thing. I was climing one of the far mountains, looking for anyone who might know the name of the strange dwarf. I approached a cottage, and saw a fire burning outside it. A weird little man was dancing around the fire and singing:
Today I'll brew, tomorrow I'll bake,
Soon I'll have the queen's namesake.
Oh, how hard it is to play my game
When Rumpelstiltskin is my name.
Jeff: The Dark Enchantress was pleased with the servant that she gave him two pounds of gold as a reward. Then she fell into a restful sleep, and waited for the light of day. The next morning The Dark Enchantress awoke. The curtains in her chamber swayed to a silent breeze and a chilling numbness passed through her. She knew the dwarf had arrived.
Dwarf: Today is the third day. Guess my name, or I leave with your baby.
Jeff: The Dark Enchantress smiled.
The Dark Enchantress: Is it Kunz?
Dwarf: Not even close.
The Dark Enchantress: Could it be Heinz? Ha, like heinze ketchup.
Dwarf: No.
Jeff: He was now by the bed, leaning over and reaching to pick up the baby.
The Dark Enchantress: I don't want his grubby hands on my baby! Then I'll try one last name. If I'm wrong, then my dear baby is yours.
Dwarf: I'm waiting
Jeff: His hands was now almost touching the baby.
The Dark Enchantress: *To herself * Unsanitary. I'm guessing your name is Rumpelstiltskin.
Jeff: She was now almost laughing at the dwarf. He spun around, his face was filled with disbelief.
Rumpelstiltskin: The devil told you, the devil told you!
The Dark Enchantress: No he didn't.
Jeff: The Dark Enchantress was now laughing out load as he stomped his foot down so hard it went clear through the floor. He screamed out in anger, grabbed his other foot with both his hands, and in a fit of rage tore himself completely in half. Then he disappeared.
The Dark Enchantress: No wonder these stories were not especially for children.
Jeff: The Dark Enchantress huged her baby in he arms, and knew that now he won't bother her ever again. And lived happily ever after.
The Dark Enchantress: Or did we?
Jeff: After a week later, the king died. Of unexplained terms. And soon The Dark Enchantress ruled over the kingdom.
Amania: That sounds very suspicious.
The Dark Enchantress: Oh, does it now?
Amania: Yes it does.
The Dark Enchantress: Well, I assure you that he is probably happier where he is now, then he would be here.
Amania: Well, if you say so.
Jeff: And we all lived happily ever after. Untill next time.
* I hoped you liked that story. I might make another one. Maybe I am obsessed.* =)
