There once lived three spinning sisters in the walk up space above their father's hand loomed fabric store front. He was often out scouring the country looking for exotic materials to dazzle the eye and hand. "Before I leave on this extended trip," he told his daughters, "I shall give you each a present to keep you busy and happy till my return." The girls immediately said they had been yearning for gold, silver and silk to work. Father bought the dry goods, gifted them unto his darlings, advised them to behave, kissed each, jumped up on his horse and rode off.

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As it happens in these stories, the youngest was exceptionally beautiful, envied by her older sisters, and so, thwarted. At nightfall the girls went down stairs into the locked showroom, setting themselves down at the large spinning wheels that looked out onto the busy street life of evening time. The eldest settled in with the gold and the mid with the silver, leaving Giricoccola the silk to spin. The crowd wandered by glancing in at the spinners, always stopping to stare at the youngest. Even the Moon rising to shine into the window whispered so the three could hear:

"Lovely is the one with gold,
The one with silver shines brighter still,
But the one with silk surpasses them both,
Good night to all girls, fair and homely alike."

Hearing that Moon song the older siblings were consumed with rage and planned to exchange threads. That next evening they gave Giricoccola the silver and all sat to spin. Again, the Moon rose and whispered her song:

"Lovely is the one with gold,
The one with silk shines brighter still,
But the one with silver surpasses them both,
Good night to all girls, fair and homely alike."

Infuriated, the two oldest began overlooking their father's guidance. Afternoon came again calling the time to spin. Instead of just moving the wheels away from the window, they sat down giving Giricoccola the god daring the Moon to her aria. Rising and seeing them once again she beamed:

"Lovely is the one with silver,
The one with silk shines brighter still,

But the one with gold surpasses them both,
Good night to all girls, fair and homely alike."

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Crazed with anger and forgetting they even had a father, they pushed their little sister into the creaky, unkept attic haymow. Poor forlorn Giricoccola wept. The Moon pressed into the darkness, opened the tiny window and took the girls hand cooing, "Come with me, I shall be a befriender. Come on this beam, spinning your splendor, come dance with me, O merry ascender." Giricoccola rode on moon dust up to the warm mothering voice. The next evening the Moon looked into the spinners window and upon seeing the two older sisters let them know:

"Lovely is the one with gold,
The one with silver shines brighter still,
But the one at my house surpasses them both,
Good night to all girls, fair and homely alike."

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The comrades dashed up to the mow. Giricoccola had vanished! They consulted an old astrologer who confirmed that their baby sister now lived happily in the house of the Moon. Giricoccola being so very far away wasn't good enough for the petty girls and they inquired how they might bring about her death. "Leave that to me," replied the astrologer.

Dressed as a gypsy, she crept up to peddle her wares at the Moon's gate. As Giricoccola looked out to the passage, the astrologer beckoned, "Wouldn't you love a lovely pin for you hair? All kinds and right kinds, and all kinds rare." Delighted, she invited the eccentric woman into her new quarters. Once inside, the astrologer thrust a pin into her hair and Giricoccola at once turned into a statue. After tapping on the stone, the doer scurried down to report to the sisters. When the Moon surrendered her anger and as she pulled the pin from her hair, Giricoccola came back to life. Her first words were a promise to let no one in again.

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A while had passed and now the two devilish sisters wondered if Giricoccola was still dead. The astrologer consulted her oracle books and found the girl alive and well. The sisters whined, urging their associate to put her to death - again. So again the soothsayer sneaked up to the moon, this time carrying a box of combs. "Wouldn't you love a lovely comb for your hair? All kinds and right kinds, and all kinds rare?" Unable to resist, Giricoccola grew near and when near enough, the gypsy nailed a comb into her head. The astrologer hastened to the sisters. The Moon returned home the next morning to the girl-statue. The Moon was fit to be tied, but even in the wild, deranged state we all touch sometimes, she forgave Giricoccola. She removed the comb and assured the girl there would be no more pardons. Giricoccola solemnly pledged to admit no one again.

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Now up in arms, the sisters and their dreadful partner wouldn't give up the sting! The relentless gypsy packed a gown in with her stuffs and fled up toward her victim. "Wouldn't you love a lovely gown so fair? All kinds, and right kinds, and all kinds rare.? So irresistible was the gown that upon seeing the old woman handling it Giricoccola had to turn away as she called firmly, "I am to let no one in!" "You are in luck!: the wily astrologer came close, "For I am no one!" This fooled the girl, and in that moment the astrologer had the gown over Giricoccola's head and pulled onto her. The Moon returned to find the girl turned to stone. The Moon was out of patience and kept her word, selling the statue straightaway to a chimney sweep for three cents. He carried the beauty about tied to his donkey until one day the King's son saw it, fell in love, and just had to have it. He bought the icon for its weight in gold. Taking the statue to his suite he spent hours adorning the stone maiden. The Prince always locked the door upon leaving as he wanted no one else's admiring eye upon his love. Gut his sisters had spied the statue when he first concealed it in his room. They wanted the wonderful costume for the fancy dress ball. Opening the door with a skeleton key, they broke in to nab the gown.

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There were once three sons who lived within the forest with their pappy and their dear ma whose cooking left much to be desired. Of the three sons, the wily youngest was scoffed at, despised and generally avoided.

On this day pappy sent his eldest son into the forest to chop wood. In his sac went the pancake and jar of wine his ma afforded him so he might not go hungry or thirsty. In the forest he soon met an old hunched man folk who bade him good day and said, "I'm hungry and thirsty just now, please up a taste of pancake and bottle to cool my brow. The clever first son replied taunting, "If I give you my fortitude, I'll be left with none. Get away from me, for now we are done!" The little man spun out of sight, his eyes sparkling, as the eldest son began to chop down a tree. He soon missed his aim, hitting his arm with the ax. "Yeeooowww!" He screamed and bolted for home wondering, "Who was that little fellow, anyway?"

At last it was time for the third son to ask his pappy if he may go into the wood to chop. But the elder replied "Winless, your brothers have made the trip, coming back hurt after they'd swing, leave it alone for about cutting wood you know no-thing." Winless pleaded, until finally pappy gave in, "I expect you'll get hurt, but go if you must and if you're not taught a lesson it is unjust. Ma slipped him a block of hard tac ashes and a jar of greenish sour blend.

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