EAST OF THE SUN AND WEST OF THE MOON
Once there was a poor woodcutter who had so many children that it was hard to get enough for them to eat.
They were all pretty children, but the youngest daughter was the prettiest of them all.
One cold, dark night in the fall they were sitting around the fire, when all at once something went rap! rap! rap! on the window.
The father went out to see what it was, and there stood a big white bear.
"Good evening," said the bear.
"The same to you," said the man.
"Give me your youngest daughter, and you shall be rich," said the bear.
"You can't have her," said the man.
"Think it over," said the bear, "I will come again next week."