the king approached her, reached his hand out to her, and danced with her, and thought in his heart, "My eyes have never before seen such beauty."

　　When the dance had ended, she curtsied, and while the king was looking around, she disappeared, and no one knew where she had gone. The guards who stood watch in front of the castle were called and questioned, but no one had seen her.

　　Now she had run back to her cubbyhole, quickly taken off her dress, blackened her hands and face, put on the fur cloak, and was once again All-Kinds-of-Fur.

　　After she had returned to the kitchen and was about to set to work and sweep up the ashes, the cook said, "That's enough until tomorrow. Make the king's soup for me, so I can have a look upstairs, but don't let a hair fall into it, or in the future there will nothing more for you to eat."

　　then the cook went away, and All-Kinds-of-Fur made soup for the king. She made bread soup, and as good as she knew how. When it was done, she got her golden ring from the cubbyhole and placed it in the bowl that the soup was in.

　　When the dance was over, the king had his soup brought to him. He ate it, and it tasted so good to him, that he thought he had never eaten a better soup. But when he reached the bottom of the bowl, he saw a golden ring lying there, and he could not imagine how it had gotten there.

　　He ordered the cook to come before him. The cook was terrified when he heard this order, and he said to All-Kinds-of-Fur, "For sure you let a hair fall into the soup. If that's true, you'll get a beating."

　　When the cook came before the king he was asked who had cooked the soup, and he answered, "I cooked it."

　　the king said, "That is not true, for it was made in a different way, and much better than usual."

　　the cook answered, "I must confess that I did not cook it, it was the little furry animal."

　　the king said, "Go and have her come up here."

　　When All-Kinds-of-Fur arrived, the king asked, "Who are you."

　　"I am a poor child who no longer has a father or a mother."

　　He asked further, "What are you doing in my castle?"

　　She answered, "I am good for nothing, except having boots thrown at my head."

　　He asked further, "Where did you get the ring that was in the soup?"

　　She answered, "I do not know anything about the ring."

　　Thus the king could learn nothing, and he had to send her away again.

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