The king came to get taxes from the farmers, knowing they couldn't afford to pay them. The farmer stared in awe at the expensive clothes, and the king already didn't like him.

"I don't have any money for you, but I do have a daughter that can weave wood into golden plates and silverware." The farmer begged, and the king thought about it.

"Fine. Take her here at 5:00, she shall be put into three rooms. The wood must be woven or she shall die." The king said, leaving the hut. The farmer, knowing he got out of paying taxes, was happy for 5 seconds. Then he realized his beloved daughter would die, and his wife would leave him for the blacksmith down the road. But he told his daughter she would go to the kingdom. The farmers wife howled, and kissed her girl before she left, waving her hanky on the lawn.

That night at 5:00, the farmer and his daughter walked very far to the palace, where they saw the most beautiful thing they'd ever seen. The palace was made of brick, and the girl was in the most beautiful clothes they owned. She was in a pink dress, her red hair curly and on her shoulders. The guard dogs glared at them, and gave a short, quick bark. They smelt the king, and they felt as if he called them here. The guards inside the castle grabbed them both, and dragged them to the king, throwing them with force to the ground. The king glanced at the farmer, took his daughter, and set the farmer home. The prince, a year older, followed his father. His eyes were trained on the girl, which the king noticed. The king rolled his eyes happily. A beautiful set of dogs followed them, and the girl wanted to lean down and pet them, but she knew better. They'd bite her hand off.

The king took the girl to a chamber, and placed her in. It was full of wood, with just a small place to sit.

"You must weave all of this into gold." the king declared, and when the girl looked frightened to do it in front of them, the prince interrupted.

"We'll leave, but if we leave it must be done by sunset the next day. " the girl nodded, and they both left. The girl looked at the spinning wheel, and tapped it. It was golden, and very pretty. The only problem was she didn't know how to use it. Mother always made the clothes on this. I watched her for a year to learn, but Father would call me to help him. The girls thoughts were replaced with terrified screams. A small man stared at her through the window of the chamber. He laughed at her. The princess was even more terrified.

A pipe dangled from his mouth, a grin on his face.

"Scared of old Rumple, eh? Ah, hand me those wood bits!" he demanded, and the girl, charmed by his brighter, redder hair, handed it to him. From a bag, he pulled out a smaller bag.

"If I give you the gold," said Rumple, shaking the large bag, "you must marry me. If you don't marry me, I shall take your first born child." The girl agreed with no hesitation, not thinking like her father. The man giggled, and handed her the gold, giggling. The girl smiled, and for the rest of the night continued to give the wood to the small man. For every piece of wood, he handed her gold. They had to stop when the prince came by in awe, and started to talk with her. The prince left soon after. They worked hard after, and the little man wanted to chat. He stared at the door when footsteps came to the door.

The little man jogged away, his bag hitting his ankles when footsteps came pounding into the chamber. The king roared with excitement.

"I told Minevera she could do it, but she didn't believe me. I bet her fifty shillings, so now I'm extra rich!" The king yelled, his words echoing around the moist, damp, musty smelling chamber. It was lighter now that it was day, and even though the girl barely did anything, she was tired. The prince pointed this out, and the king took her to the largest bedroom in the palace other then his and the Prince's.

"You may rest for a week." The prince showing the princess how comfy it was by laying on it and closing his eyes. The girl giggled, and the prince smiled. They went to tea after, and got scrumptious cakes.

"These are the best cakes I've tasted!" cried the girl, smiling.

After the week, the king woke up early to have the servants put extra wood in the largest room. They did, and the princess was shocked.

"I'm sorry sir, I can't weave all of this. It's too much." she said, hoping to get out of weaving. Seeing the look on her face, the king saw what she was trying to do.

"Okay, you may have two days." griped the king, and the girl, worried he'd find out her plan, agreed. The girl dragged herself to the room, ignoring the urges to run. The prince smiled at her, and they both left. She wondered what would happen if she finished. The little man appeared, and asked for the wood.

"Just in time!" she cried in relief, handing the man the wood.

"That's quite a bit. I'm glad I brought extra gold today!" he observed

"You've done it!" cried the king excitedly, and he asked if he could adopt her. She refused, but the king wanted her as his child.

"Will you marry the prince?" he asked, and she had to breathe to not scream "Yes!". The pair got married the next day, a long dress in her size on her door. She got ready, and maids helped do her makeup.

"Thank you." she said as she left the room, and went to the garden, where she was to get married. The prince and her were married, and she scanned peoples faces she'd never met. The red harried man stared her in the face. Just a year later, her twin baby girls were born. People lined up from all over to coo at the baby girls. After the baby became tired, the new queen began to walk to the room. Everybody but a small man left. She gasped, and clutched it.