I found everything that I needed right at home. The toads under the castle gave me the treasure that was my birthright. They gave me the finest carpet and the finest ring that anyone could imagine, and why? Because they were originals. Nothing derivative.

Even my wife came from the toads. The old one gave me a hollowed-out turnip harnessed to six mice, and then she instructed me to pick one of the toads that was hopping about.

She had hardly seated herself in the turnip before she changed into a princess! The turnip turned into a coach, and it goes without saying that we did not need to drive home. We were already there!

Prince Who Stays At Home in The Three Feathers, Grimms. Illustration by Anne Anderson.