Once there was a little girl whose family had no lamp oil. Every night, when darkness fell, her father kicked the dog when he went outside to pee, and her brother stole the blanket, and the little girl couldn’t get any sleep.
So one day she ventured into the woods. Upon meeting a fox she exclaimed, “Please, kindly fox, give me your lamp oil! For, every night, when darkness falls, I fear that which I cannot see!”
To which the fox replied, “I will share my lamp oil, little girl, but first you must give me a kiss.”
Shutting her eyes, the little girl kissed the fox on the snout. In return he provided her with a cupful of lamp oil.
That night, when he stumbled outside to pee, the little girl’s father didn’t kick the dog. Her brother brother moved closer to the fire and didn't steal the blanket, and finally the little girl could sleep.
But the next day there was no lamp oil left, so the little girl returned to the woods. When she found the fox, she exclaimed, “Please, kindly fox, I need more lamp oil!” To which he replied, “I’ll share my lamp oil with you, little girl, but only for a kiss.” Closing her eyes, she kissed him a second time on the snout. In return, the fox provided her with another cupful of lamp oil.
That night, she was able to sleep. But there was no lamp oil the following morning, and the little girl began to question her allowance of one cupful at a time. Returning to the woods, she said to the fox, “Kindly fox, every evening I come home with one cupful of lamp oil, and every morning there’s no lamp oil left. Can you spare more lamp oil?”
The fox made a face. “Little girl,” he said. “Every day I travel deep into the woods to find the toad, from whom I receive my lamp oil -- and then you come along. It gets dark here, too, little girl. Tonight you will receive no lamp oil. We’ll see how much is enough.”
That night, everything went back to normal and the little girl couldn’t sleep. She knew things couldn’t carry on this way –-- so in the morning she ventured deeper into the woods than she ever had before. There she discovered the toad. “Kindly toad,” she said, “I require many cupfuls of lamp oil.”
To which the toad replied, “If I give you all the lamp oil you need, will you live with me and be my wife?”
The little girl thought it over and said, “Sure.”
That night, when darkness fell, she splashed lamp oil everywhere. Lamp oil on the floor and lamp oil on the walls. Lamp oil on the chairs and lamp oil on the table. Lamp oil on the sides of the house and lamp oil underneath the house. Finally, she threw the remaining lamp oil through her bedroom window -- because, without air, a fire can’t breathe.
Then she struck a match. When she could no longer hear the screams of her father and her brother, the little girl entered the woods to join her husband, the toad.
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