’SuddenlyIrememberedthatmyhairwasverylong。IfIstoodittouchedtheground，althoughifIwassittingitonlyreachedmyears。Iseizedaknifeandcutoffalargelock，whichIplaitedtogether，andwhennightcametieditintoaknot，andpreparedtouseitforapillow。ButwhatwasItodoforafire？A
tinderboxIhad，butnowood。ThenitoccurredtomethatIhadstuckaneedleinmyclothes，soItooktheneedleandsplititinpieces，andlitit，thenlaidmyselfdownbythefireandwenttosleep。Butill—luckstillpursuedme。WhileIwassleepingasparkfromthefirelightedonthehair，whichwasburntupinamoment。IndespairIthrewmyselfontheground，andinstantlysankinitasfarasmywaist。Istruggledtogetout，butonlyfellinfurther;soIrantothehouse，seizedaspade，dugmyselfout，andtookhometheholywater。OnthewayInoticedthattheripefieldswerefullofreapers，andsuddenlytheairbecamesofrightfullyhotthatthemendroppeddowninafaint。
ThenIcalledtothem，\"Whydon’tyoubringoutourmare，whichisastallastwodays，andasbroadashalfaday，andmakeashadeforyourselves？\"MyfatherheardwhatIsaidandjumpedquicklyonthemare，andthereapersworkedwithawillintheshadow，whileIsnatchedupawoodenpailtobringthemsomewatertodrink。WhenIgottothewelleverythingwasfrozenhard，soinordertodrawsomewaterIhadtotakeoffmyheadandbreaktheicewithit。AsIdrewnearthem，carryingthewater，thereapersallcriedout，\"Why，whathasbecomeofyourhead？\"IputupmyhandanddiscoveredthatIreallyhadnohead，andthatImusthaveleftitinthewell。Iranbacktolookforit，butfoundthatmeanwhileafoxwhichwaspassingbyhadpulledmyheadoutofthewater，andwastearingatmybrains。I
stolecautiouslyuptohim，andgavehimsuchakickthatheutteredaloudscream，andletfallaparchmentonwhichwaswritten，\"Thecakeismine，andthebeardlessonegoesempty—handed。\"’
Withthesewordstheboyrose，tookthecake，andwenthome，whilethebeardlessoneremainedbehindtoswallowhisdisappointment。