Grittel was brought into a large room, and locked in.
There was straw in a big pile. There was a lot of straw.
Grittel was very sad.
"My situation is bad, it's the worst I've been in,
To make gold from straw? Why, I can't even spin."Grittel started to cry. She sat sobbing and sobbing.
Suddenly, a small man with a gray beard appeared,almost out of nowhere. He wore a funny-looking blue cap on his head. Grittel didn't know it yet, but the little man was a magical troll.
"So do it," he said," for there's no need for tears."
"I can't " she replied, " not in twenty one years."
The troll looked at Grittel .
"I'll do it," he said, "if you pay me enough,
I'll make lots of gold from this yellowish stuff."Grittel gave the little troll her pearl necklace. Then
he started to spin. By morning the room was filled with gold. When his work was finished, the troll
disappeared as quickly and quietly as he came.