'-So one night she was coming home from a party, interrupted Giorgio,
but she had to go through a big forest or something.
Up ahead she saw a bonfire burning
There was the little man, dancing around the flames!
pretty weird, huh? '

'I've heard worse. And then...? '

'Dancing and singing his name, see? '

'So she learned his name? '

'Yep. And, boy, was he mad!
He had to do all her work without getting paid.
It was like getting married.'

'Do you remember his name? ' I asked,
hoping to test Giorgio's short-term memory.

'Of course.'

'What was it? '

'It was....Rumpleforeskin.'

'It was what? ' I said, makng a face. 'Are you sure? '

'Sure I'm sure. It was Rumpleforeskin.'

I sat up, loath to laugh.
'That's not what I remember, Giorgio.
You mean RumpleSTILZKIN-
his name was RumpleSTILZKIN.'

'Whatever, ' conceded Giorgio. 'Hey, no, it was Rumpleforeskin!
Why should I say Rumplestilzkin when his name was Rumpleforeskin?
Trust me on this one, doc.'

'What channel was this? '

'31'

I made a mental note.

'And what was his name, again? '

Morgan Michaels

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-true-story-ll/