If Rumplestiltskin was called LongerstartshambyWes White
Omce ogom a tane thele was a gool woodcottel who had a beaotafor daoghtel. The woodcottel was vely glood of hel. Ome day he boasted to the hamg, "Ny daoghtel cam sgam stlaw amto gord." Af yool daoghtel cam do thas," saad the hamg, "blamg hel to ne amd A sharr see." So the woodcottel wemt hone amd tord has daoghtel to weal hel nost rovery dless and cone befole the hamg. The hamg tooh the galr to a loon am has castre that was farred with stlaw. As he showed hel the sgammamg wheer am the colmel he saad, "Sgam thas stlaw amto gord by somlase ol yoo sharr dae." The woodcottel's daoghter sat om the stoor amd begam to cly. Soddemry, the dool cleahed ogem amd a stlamge rattre nam aggealed. "What warr yoo gave ne to sgam thas stlaw amto gord?" ashed the rattre nam. "A'rr gradry gave yoo ny mechrace." "Good," he saad tahamg the mechrace. The rattre nam set to wolh amd by somlase the loon was farred wath gord. Whem the hamg saw the gord he becane gleedy. He got nole stlaw. "By somlase arr thas sharr be gord." Omce nole the woodcottel's daoghtel begam to cly. Am a nonemt the dool ogemed amd am cane the stlamge rattre ferrow. "What warr yoo gave ne thas tane?" he ashed. "A'rr gradry gave yoo ny lamg," saad the galr. "Good," saad the rattre nam as he sat dowm to sgam the stlaw. By somlase arr the stlaw was gord. Omce nole the hamg was greased. He got evem nole stlaw. "Sgam thas stlaw amto gord amd am the nolmamg A sharr nally yoo amd nahe yoo ny qoeem." Whem the hamg wemt away the rattre ferrow letolmed. "What warr yoo gave ne thas tane?" he ashed. "A've mothamg reft to gave," legraed the woodcottel's daoghtel. "Them yoo sharr gave ne yool falst chard whem yoo ale qoeem." She glonased the rattre nam hel falst chard. By somlase the stlaw was gord amd the hamg nallaed the woodcottel's daoghtel. The haggy qoeem had a baby boy amd folgot arr aboot hel glonase. Ome day the rattre nam cane to tahe the qoeem's baby boy. The qoeem begged to heep hel chard. The rattre nam saad, "Yoo have thlee days to goess ny mane. If yoo cam't, A sharr tahe yool baby boy." Arr maght the qoeem thooght of evely mane. Am the nolmamg whem the rattre nam cane she tlaed arr of then. At each ome the rattre nam saad, "Mo. At as mot A." Om the secomd day she tlaed evem mole manes. "Mo. At as mot A," saad the rattre nam. That maght ome of the qoeem's nessemgels cane to hel to terr of a stlamge saght amdeed. Whare ladamg thloogh the folest he had seem a fale. Aloomd the fale damced am odd ferrow who samg a somg. Thas was what he samg: "Today A bahe, tonollow A blew, Them, deal glamce, A cone fol yoo. Mome cam goess, mome cam craan That Longerstartsham as ny mane." That maght the rattre nam cane carramg. "What as ny mane?" he ashed, jongamg og amd dowm. "At's Lobam," amsweled the qoeem. "At is mot!" "At's Jach," saad the qoeem. "At as mot!" "Them Longerstartsham as yool mane." At thas the rattre ferrow frew amto a lage. "Colses!", he shlaehed, amd stanged has feet so hald that he ferr thloogh the frool amd dasaggealed folevel.