In a land, far from here, there lived an old miller who had a young daughter.
One day, as the miller was tending to his grain, the king and his men rode by on horseback, stopping to
collect taxes.
“I have little money, your majesty. I do, however, have a beautiful daughter,” said the miller.
“I have little time for beauty,” began the king. “My true desire comes
from the wealth and riches of the world,” he continued.
“Did I mention my daughter can spin straw into gold?” the old miller asked without thinking.
“Really?” the king questioned as he
sat on his horse, thinking. “If this is true, bring her to my palace tomorrow and I will put her so-called ability to the test.”
In a land, far from here, there lived an old miller who had a young daughter.