The tale of Rumpel­stilt­skin would have been cooler if Rumpel main­tained ass­holery above and beyond his child fetish. This would be a per­fect exam­ple. At the very last minute, Rumpel would have washed away all of the Golden Gra­hams with a whoosh of 2% milk, and replaced the whole grain horde with some 24 carat straw. Just before the king walks in he dis­ap­pears. The king is blinded by the flash­ing gold and doesn’t even notice that the Miller’s Daugh­ter is soaked in milk and has cereal in her hair.

Actu­ally, I sup­pose the king might have noticed her con­di­tion, but why ques­tion the process when you get such results!