On the third day the messenger came back again, and said, "I have
not been able to find a single new name, but as I came to a high
mountain at the end of the forest, where the fox and the hare bid
each other good night, there I saw a little house, and before the
house a fire was burning, and round about the fire quite a
ridiculous little man was jumping, he hopped upon one leg, and
'Today I bake, tomorrow brew,
The next I'll have the young queen's child.
Ha, glad am I that no one knew
That Rumpelstiltskin I am styled.'"