The queen lay awake that night, thinking of all the names she had ever heard. In the morning men were sent to every part of the kingdom to find strange names.
The next day the little man came again. The queen began to call off to him all the names that she had found—Caspar, Melchior, and many, many others.
At each one the little man shook his head, and said, "No, that is not my name."
Then the queen had her men go from house to house through the town. They took down the name of every man, woman, and child.
When the little man came again, the queen had a long list of names to give him.
"Is your name Cowribs, or Sheepshanks, or Bandy legs?" she said to him at last.
He answered to each one, "No, that is not my name."
On the third day the queen's men began to come back from all parts of the kingdom. They had been far and wide to find new names.
One of these men said, "I could not find any new names, but going by some deep woods, I heard a fox wish good-night to a rabbit.