Scotland's Storybook: stories in English (1.1 - Education Scotland
Scotland's Storybook: stories in English (1.1 - Education Scotland
Scotland's Storybook: stories in English (1.1 - Education Scotland
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The old woman po<strong>in</strong>ted at the baby boy that the woman was carry<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> her<br />
arms and said, ‘I’ll take that wee son of yours. That is my price.’<br />
The goodwife’s face went as white as a swan’s w<strong>in</strong>g, and she let out a<br />
scream, as she clutched the child to her breast.<br />
‘No, please, have mercy!’ begged the goodwife of Kittlerumpit, ‘don’t take<br />
my wee boy.’<br />
The tears ran down her cheeks as the awful truth dawned on her. This old<br />
woman was a fairy, and a bad fairy at that. She begged and she pleaded, but the<br />
old fairy woman was unmoved.<br />
‘Quit your wail<strong>in</strong>g woman,’ she snapped, ‘for I don’t care a hoot about your<br />
suffer<strong>in</strong>g. But, by the laws of my land, I have to make you this offer. I will come<br />
for your wee son <strong>in</strong> three days time, but if you can tell me what my name is<br />
when I come back, then the child is yours to keep.’<br />
The old woman turned on her heels and set off down the brae aga<strong>in</strong> and out<br />
of sight.<br />
What could the poor woman do? How could she get out of the terrible<br />
barga<strong>in</strong> that she had made? She didn’t sleep much that night, and the next day<br />
she decided to take the wee boy out for a walk <strong>in</strong> the fir-woods, to clear her<br />
head and to spend some time with her baby boy, for she wouldn’t have many<br />
days left to enjoy his company.<br />
The cool, greenness of the fir-woods was sooth<strong>in</strong>g to the goodwife, and the<br />
sunlight filter<strong>in</strong>g through the trees almost made her forget her sorrows. Deep <strong>in</strong><br />
the woods was an old abandoned quarry where long ago people had levered up<br />
big slabs of stone with which to make their houses. It was deep, and was now<br />
overgrown with moss and ferns, and right <strong>in</strong> the middle of it was a clear, clean,<br />
fresh water spr<strong>in</strong>g. As the Goodwife of Kittlerumpit drew near to this quarry she<br />
could hear the sound of a voice s<strong>in</strong>g<strong>in</strong>g someth<strong>in</strong>g strange, and the whir of a<br />
sp<strong>in</strong>n<strong>in</strong>g-wheel. She carefully placed the sleep<strong>in</strong>g baby <strong>in</strong> a clump of ferns and<br />
she crawled on her belly to the edge of the quarry and looked <strong>in</strong>. There sat the<br />
old fairy woman, dressed <strong>in</strong> green, and she was sp<strong>in</strong>n<strong>in</strong>g and s<strong>in</strong>g<strong>in</strong>g this rhyme<br />
over and over aga<strong>in</strong>:<br />
‘Little kens our goodwife at hame,<br />
That WHUPPITY STOORIE is my name,’<br />
The goodwife was overjoyed; she now knew the fairy’s name. She crept back<br />
to where her baby was ly<strong>in</strong>g sleep<strong>in</strong>g and she set off home. Now the goodwife<br />
thought that this old fairy needed to be taught some manners, and she decided<br />
to have a bit of fun with her. On the appo<strong>in</strong>ted day the goodwife set the baby<br />
beh<strong>in</strong>d the knock<strong>in</strong>g stone, and she sat down on it to wait for the old fairy<br />
woman. She pulled her bonnet down over her left ear, and she screwed her<br />
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