05x07 - Rumpelstiltskin

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[Trumpet fanfare]

Good morrow.

Welcome to the renaissance
pleasure fair

In agoura hills,
california.

Today we're celebrating
the way people lived

Hundreds of years ago.

It looks like a page
out of a fairy tale,

When there were
castles and kings

And knights
in shining armor.

[Squawk]

Ruff!

♪ Pass time
with good company ♪

♪ I love and shall
until I die ♪

♪ Brood ye must,
but none deny ♪

♪ So god be pleased
as lief will I ♪

♪ Do doo do doo... ♪♪

Oh, sorry.

Squawk! Squawk!

Caw!

Everybody!

You!

[Gobble]

It was great to be
a knight in shining armor,

But it felt like
I was in an old tin can.

This is
much more comfortable.

Hundreds of years ago
if you wanted a new shirt,

You had to spin it by hand
on a spinning wheel like this.

Fiber goes into the wheel
and comes out as yarn.

Here's a famous fairy tale
about a young girl

Whose spinning wheel didn't spin
fiber into yarn,

But straw into gold.

It's called rumpelstiltskin.

Once there was a poor miller
who had a beautiful daughter.

Going to town one day,
he encountered the king.

Wanting to impress him,
the miller said,

"My daughter can spin straw
into gold."

The king had
a passion for gold.

He ordered the miller

To send his daughter
to the castle.

When the girl came,

The king led her to a room
filled with straw.

He said,
"you may spin all night.

"But if you haven't spun this
straw into gold by morning,

You will have to die."

With that,
he locked the door.

The girl was left inside alone.

She did not know
what to do.

She grew frightened
and began to weep.

Suddenly the door sprang open,
and a tiny man stepped in.

"Mistress miller," he said,
"why are you sobbing?"

The girl cried, "I must spin
this straw into gold.

I don't know how."

"What will you give me
if I spin it?" He asked.

"My necklace,"
answered the girl.

He took her necklace and
sat down at the spinning wheel.

He pulled three times...
Whirr...whirr...whirr...

And the spool was
wound full of gold thread.

So it went until morning,
when all the straw was spun,

And all the spools
were full of gold.

When the king came
at sunrise,

He was amazed and delighted.

But all that gold
only made him greedier.

He led the miller's daughter

To a larger room
filled with straw.

He ordered her to spin it, too,
if she valued her life.

The girl did not know
what to do.

The little man
appeared again.

"What will you give me
if I spin this?" He asked.

"My ring," she answered.

The little man
took her ring.

Before the night was over,

He had spun all the straw
into gleaming gold.

[Cock-a-doodle-doo]

The king rejoiced
at the sight of so much gold.

But, still,
he was not satisfied.

He led the miller's daughter
to a bigger room,

Piled high with straw.

"Tonight you must spin
this straw, too.

If you succeed,
you shall become my wife."

When the king had left,
the little man appeared again.

"What will you give me
if I spin once more?" He asked.

"I have nothing else,"
the girl replied.

"Promise that
when you become queen,

Your first child
will belong to me."

"Oh!" The miller's
daughter gasped.

But she couldn't think
of another way to save herself.

She promised.

The little man once again
spun all the straw into gold.

When the king found everything
as he had wished,

He married the miller's
beautiful daughter.

She became a queen.

[Bell rings]

A year passed,

And she gave birth
to a handsome baby boy.

She scarcely thought
of the little man.

But one day he appeared
suddenly in her room.

"Give me what you promised!"
He demanded.

The queen pleaded
with the little man.

"I will give you
three days," he said.

"If by then
you know my name,

You may keep your child."

Long into the night
the queen sat,

Thinking over all the names
she had ever heard.

When the little man returned,

The queen recited
every name she knew.

But to each one
he replied,

"That is not my name."

The second day,

The queen posed the strangest
and most unusual ones to him.

She tried beastyribs
and leg o' ram

And stringbones.

But he would only reply,

"That is not my name!"

Now the queen grew
truly frightened

And sent
her most faithful servant

To look
for the little man.

At last,
near the top of a high hill,

She spied him.

He was riding
on a cooking spoon

Around a great fire

And crying out,
"I brew my beer.

"I bake my loaves.

"And soon, the queen's
own son I'll claim.

"Oh, lucky me!
For no one knows

That rumpelstiltskin
is my name."

The servant made her way back
as fast as she could.

Later the little man
arrived at the castle.

"Now, mrs. Queen,"
he said,

"Do you know my name,
or do I take your child?"

"Is your name will?"

"No!"

"Is your name phil?"

"No!"

"In that case,

"Is your name...

Rumpelstiltskin?"

"The devil told you!"
Shrieked rumpelstiltskin.

In a fury, he jumped
on his cooking spoon

And flew out the window.

And he was never
heard from again.

Rumpelstiltskin got the most
out of a spinning wheel.

So do the spinners
here at the fair.

They don't turn straw
into gold,

But raw sheep's wool
into beautiful threads

Of red, green, and gold.

Good morrow,
milady.

Good greetings, levar.

I be mistress nora,
the spinster of the shire.

This were
my fine sheep nancy.

Good morrow, nancy.

You have come to learn
how to spin and weave?

First we must needs
get wool off nancy's back.

We must cut it.

Does it hurt the sheep?

Nay. 'Tis like a haircut
on a hot summer's day.

Baaa!

And how does it feel?

Wondrous well.

Baaa!

It is soft.

Aye. Marry, it will make
a fine coat this day.

The next step
is the carding of the wool.

Take the carding combs

And the wool
as it has come off the sheep.

Note it is
not clean or fine.

It is much knotted.

So we must
brush the hair.

Put it on the carding comb.

Then you take the two combs
opposing each other,

And gently rock them
back and forth.

Ahhh.

See you how clean.

Just get out
all the burrs and mats.

It makes fine hair.

And then?

Then you pull down,

And it comes off
the carding comb.

Ahhh.

This is what
is called a rolag.

A rolag?

Aye.

And that
is what you spin with.

All spinning is
is twisting the fibers.

Take the rolag.

I can do it
with my fingers.

Just twist...

And it locks
the fibers together

And forms a thread.

Ahhh.

But it is much easier
and faster

Upon a spinning wheel.

In order to spin,

Hold the twist out
with one hand like this,

And then draw the fibers out
and let it go.

Might I try it?

Aye.

Just hold the fibers,

And then
let them spin.

Aye.

Ooh. That's
a big blob there.

Aye. That we call
the slub.

You should be
proud of it.

Many people
pay more for such wool.

It looks more handspun.

This is noeasy
at all.

Nay. It does take
great practice

To be a spinster.

Methinks
that's true.

The next step

Is taking the fine threads
and dyeing them.

My favorite color
being the glorious red.

Where do we get
our colors for our dyes?

From natural things,
plants and roots.

To make red,
you can use beetroot,

The bark
from the madder tree,

And this red cochineal,
a wee red bug
from south america.

Mark you how,
when you crush it,
it makes a red dye.

To make yellow,

You can use onionskins
such as that.

Here were an example
of onionskins.

So you take
your bark or root or beet

And then what?

You grind it up and
boil it in water.

That pulls
the color out.

The water
dyes your yarns.

Yes!

Now we weave
with the colored yarns.

Is locked in a pattern
and forms a cloth.

What could one weave
on a loom like this?

I have a sample
of a cloak.

Beautiful it is indeed!

How long would it take
to weave this garment?

To weave a garment
takes two days.

The whole process
from sheep shearing

To carding to dyeing
and spinning?

About two weeks
all told.

You must take care
of your clothes.

It takes a lot of work
to make them.

I thank thee,
mistress nora.

I thank you, levar.

Let's take a spin
around the fair.

The finest rocks
in the shire!

Might I interest you
in a fine rock?

A nice fit.

All up!

Good gentle people,

For our next trick,
we shall need a volunteer.

Levar!
Levar!

Come on down, levar.

Come down.

Your job
is simple.

Just put
your feet
together.

Feet together!

Hands at your side.

Shoulders back!
Shoulders back!

Try not to bruise
for about five minutes.

We'll take
these six clubs,

And while
juggling them,

We'll pass them
around your body.

Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! Whoosh!

Whoa!
Whoa!

Ready, sean?

You ready, levar?

No!

Oh, yes, you are!

Here we go!

You're doing
great, levar.
Don't move.

If you move,
it's no skin
off our nose.

Levar, we're going
to juggle a little faster.

Faster now.

Not this one.
The next.

Ready, hup!
Hup!

Levar, you're
doing terrific!

Take a bow!
Take a bow!

No!




Levar!

Let's hear it.

Thank you so much.

Have a good day
at the fair.

Wow! A renaissance feast.

I've heard of these.

Wouldst this seat
be taken?

No. Sit.
Feast with us.

Could I sit
here?

Oh, please.

Aye, have you
well fared today?

Aye.
Well-stocked
today.

Most well
for my purse.

A turkey leg?

Sir, do eat
more heartily!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey! What
are you doing?

Fie! Take it!

Bread.

Where are the forks?

Kn*fe? Something.

Your hands, of course,
must be washed.

Eat! Dive into it!

Yea! Better!

Like the goodman
that you are.

Oh, stick it
in your mouth.
Eat it!

Throw them
over your should.

Really?

Yea. Just pray
they do not hit
anyone.

Find you a target
and strike a blow.

Huzzah!

To you!

A bit of bread
for the good gentleman.

Tear it off.

Yea! Ha ha.

That tastes good.

Is that good?

Mmm!

What a fine feast!

Huzzah!
Huzzah!
Huzzah!

This looks like fun.

Sir, can yp do
two at once?

I need
more amm*nit*on.

Thank you.

Sir, what is this?

I'll get you
next time!

Sir, methinks
you got lucky!

Then show me
my luck has changed.

You have
no more luck than I
and even less skill.

Is this a game
of skill or luck?

For me, skill.

For you, bad luck.

My skill
is not a question.

Your luck
has me worried.

We shall see
who lady luck
smiles upon.

Upon my count,
the count of thrice.

No other word
shall suffice.

Once...twice...

Thrice!

You must hit harder, sir.

Good eye!

You may be intelligent,
but you're not smart.

Watch this!

Sir, what is this?

Ha ha!

I hope you've learned
a lesson,

And that the water
has not washed away
your courage.

Huzzah!

Well done!

Well met, sir.

'Tis true.
You taught me a lesson.

Now to return the favor!

You're a cheat
like me!

Well met.

Well met.

There's nothing
like a good dunking

To cool you off
on a hot day.

Nothing like a good book
to warm you up again.

Here are some hearty tales
that will whet your appetite.

Don't take my word for it.

Hi. I am max king,

And I loooove to eat.

If you like to eat,
here's a great book--

A medieval feast
by aliki.

This is about a king
who visits a castle.

What a gigantical feast
they prepared for him!

In medieval days,
they used knives and spoons

But no forks.

They used
their hands a lot.

The weirdest thing they ate
was a cockentrice,

A bird and pig cut in half
and sewn together.

They loved it.

Take it from me.
I ate--

I mean,
I read this book.

It was terrific.

Boy, just thinking
about it makes me hungry

Because food is my life.

There are many stories
about castles,

But most of them
are fairy tales.

This story is different.

It's called
the story of a castle.

It teaches you
about history in a fun way.

You'll see
how a castle changes

From the time it was built
to the present day.

It's told without words.

A picture shows how
the castle site was chosen.

The next page shows the castle
under construction.

So get comfy
in your own castle,

And let your imagination go
with this story.

I'm here to tell you about
one of my favorite books,

A fairy tale
called the sleeping beauty,

Retold and illustrated
by mercer mayer.

This story has
unusual fairy tale characters

Like the blue fairy,

A giant,

And even a griffin, a cross
between a bird and a dog.

This story is about
all the problems a princess has

Because of one angry,
nasty fairy.

She even has a curse
put on her.

The princess and her subjects
sleep for 100 years.

This is a terrific story
with beautiful pictures.

The best part is
it has a happy ending.

God save the queen!
God save the queen!

Hip hip...

Huzzah!

Hip hip...

Huzzah!

Hip hip...

Huzzah!

How now,
sir levar of burton,

It pleasures us greatly
to see thee at this fair.

How glorious that
thou sharest reading and writing

Like a rainbow
throughout the sky.

God bless your efforts, sir.

Your majesty,
it has been my honor
to attend.

Excellent full well, sir.

We shall spread
the colors you bring

Throughout the land

So all may be so enchanted
this day and forever.

God save the queen!

God save the queen!

And ye as well,
good people.

Three cheers
for the queen!
Hip hip...

Huzzah!

Hip hip...
Huzzah!

Hip hip...
Huzzah!

God save the queen!

God save the queen!

May god save
the devil!

May god save the devil!

The queen has thanked me
for attending.

And I thank you
for joining me.

What a celebration!

It's been so much fun

That now I know why they call it
the pleasure fair.

Even rumpelstiltskin couldn't
spin a more pleasurable day.

So good morrow
and fare thee well.

I'll see thee next time.

♪ My little hen ♪

♪ My little hen,
she's looking for her food ♪

♪ Beside our rooster proud ♪

♪ Oh, listen to her call ♪

♪ Cluck cluck cluck cluck rrrawk
cluck cluck rrrawk ♪

♪ And then she lays an egg ♪

♪ Cluck cluck cluck rrrawk ♪

♪ And then she lays an egg ♪

♪ Cluck cluck cluck cluck rrrawk
cluck cluck rrrawk ♪

♪ My hen has laid an egg ♪

♪ Cluck cluck cluck rrrawk ♪

♪ My hen has laid an egg ♪

♪ My hen ♪

♪ Has laid ♪

♪ An egg ♪♪

Rrrawk!

Today's reading rainbow books
are

Rumpelstiltskin,

Retold and illustrated
by paul o. Zelinksy,

Published by
e.p. Dutton.

A medieval feast by aliki,

Published by thomas y. Crowell.

The story of a castle
by john s. Goodall,

Published by
margaret k. Mcelderry.

The sleeping beauty,

Retold and illustrated
by mercer mayer,

Published by
macmillan publishing company.