Once in a small hut near the sea lived a maiden fair.
But she was vain, all day dreaming and combing her hair.
She didn't help her mother, cared only for her hair and beauty.
Having no mirror she loved her picture on the surface of a spring.
But the maid did not believed her - not a word at all...
"Did not tell your mother not to drop a hair!" she angrily said.
The nymphe told her: "But if you find a knight who will not fear you
When the nymphe ends with these words the transformation began.
© Katja Guth
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