'-So one night she was coming home from a party, interrupted Giorgio, <br />but she had to go through a big forest or something. <br />Up ahead she saw a bonfire burning <br />There was the little man, dancing around the flames! <br />pretty weird, huh? ' <br /> <br />'I've heard worse. And then...? ' <br /> <br />'Dancing and singing his name, see? ' <br /> <br />'So she learned his name? ' <br /> <br />'Yep. And, boy, was he mad! <br />He had to do all her work without getting paid. <br />It was like getting married.' <br /> <br />'Do you remember his name? ' I asked, <br />hoping to test Giorgio's short-term memory. <br /> <br />'Of course.' <br /> <br />'What was it? ' <br /> <br />'It was....Rumpleforeskin.' <br /> <br />'It was what? ' I said, makng a face. 'Are you sure? ' <br /> <br />'Sure I'm sure. It was Rumpleforeskin.' <br /> <br />I sat up, loath to laugh. <br />'That's not what I remember, Giorgio. <br />You mean RumpleSTILZKIN- <br />his name was RumpleSTILZKIN.' <br /> <br />'Whatever, ' conceded Giorgio. 'Hey, no, it was Rumpleforeskin! <br />Why should I say Rumplestilzkin when his name was Rumpleforeskin? <br />Trust me on this one, doc.' <br /> <br />'What channel was this? ' <br /> <br />'31' <br /> <br />I made a mental note. <br /> <br />'And what was his name, again? '<br /><br />Morgan Michaels<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-true-story-ll/
