Rump Retold

This is the story of how I died. My life was already slowly going downhill, from the day my father bragged to his friend Cane,
"My good for nothing daughter finally found something she can do for our family, she's learned to spin gold!" Now, dad was pretty desperate to be liked by his coworkers, so this wasn't the first time he'd lied. I stretched my legs out under the massive spinning wheel, every bone aching. I remembered Cane's next words like he'd said them yesterday
"She ain't gonna marry anyone better than a beggar." Well, if he could see me now.
Speaking of now, I better figure out pretty quickly here how to spin straw into gold. I can't actually, of course, my father just likes to shoot his mouth off. The king hadn't explicitly stated that he'd kill me, but I don't exactly want to take any chances. I had to get home to make sure my father didn't sell my sister Miriam to the king as well. She was the only one left that I actually liked, and no matter how cheesy it sounds, I couldn't let her get hurt. I desperately turned the straw around yanking it and pulling it, trying to turn it into gold. I yelled "Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo!" Like I heard the fairy godmother had done when Cinderella got bored with her job as a maid. But it didn't work. I sat down in frustration. I'm not one to cry often but Miriam was going to be sold to the king, and I was going to be killed. But suddenly, A knock came at the window. The window, I could go out the window! I threw it open and stuck my leg out, forgetting the knocking noise from only seconds earlier in the thrill of my escape. I climbed almost halfway out only  to see the twisted, gray-green face of a little elf thing. I screamed and scrambled back through the window. I crawled back into the straw pile "What-Who-It, wh-wha-HELP! XAVIER!" I screamed the king's name, "I'll warn you I took two years of tie-kwan-doe If you come any close I'll use my moves" Which wasn't totally a lie, the two years had just been over ten years ado. The creepy little elf thing glared at me and said,
"I can spin the straw into gold for you. For a price."
"Oh." I said, shaking the straw off my dress "Well you coud have just said that"
"I was too terrified of you amazing karate moves" He mocked, giving a little smirk.
"Tae-Kwan-Doe" I mumbled. "Your pretty brave for a two foot tall goblin"
"Elf"
"What do you want?" I said, exasperated and confused. "I don't exactly have anything to give you unless you want some straw"
"Your first born child." He said offhandedly, as if it was nothing more than asking for homework answers.
"Umm, that's a little sudden, don't you think? Maybe ask me out to dinner at least"
"The kid," he said, unamused, "or your death, your choice."
"Who do you think you-" I started to walk towards him, ready to improvise on whatever I could remember from the classes.
"Actually that brings up an excellent point. I do enjoy a good game and It is quite difficult to find someone willing to play yahtzee when your a evil cursed woodland elf. So I challenge you to a game, in return, if you win, you can keep the kid and I'll spin the gold. If you lose, I'll spin but the kid is mine"
I tilted my head "seems like your getting the bad end of the deal" Which was admittedly not the smartest thing to say but I was under a lot of stress.
"Do you agree?"
"Whats the game?"
"Do you agree." He enunciaated each word like he was talking to a small child.
"Fine"
"Guess my name." He said, as if he were telling the worlds funniest joke.
I rolled my eyes. This guy was nuts.  "Bob. Joe-"
"Not now. Now I'll spin, if you agree."
"Fine, agreed. Man for someone whose trying to help you're really getting on my nerves."
"Swear by your mother's grave."
"How did you know she was dead?"
"I know all. Now swear."
"FIne. By my mother's grave you can have the kid for all I care."
I was only, like, 14, and I figured I just wouldn't have a kid, and put all this behind me. The horrid little thing sat down and spun fine, golden thread.
Many nights later, The king came to check my work. His long gold coat trailing behind his massive figure, his beady little eyes filled with malice. He yelled, "TIME TO EXECUTE- wait, it's here!" He stood for a moment taking in the mounds of gold, and then began to dance around "You did it! I'm RICH!" He tossed up handfuls of the gold and screamed like a toddler.
I sort of smiled, and he gathered the thread, and sent me out of the room, so he could look at his riches. That night, the small elf met me in my room.
"Time to guess, girl. A deal's a deal. "
I bit my tongue and ran through every name I could think of, asking, "How many guesses have I got?"
"I have all the time in the world. You've got till you have your first born."
I rolled my eyes and laughed "Easy. Bob? Joe? Matt?"
The creature laughed a horrible laugh, and said "If you guess it right, I'll know. I'll be back in ten years. Good luck!" he cackled and leaped out the window.