'-So one night she was coming home from a party, interrupted Giorgio, br but she had to go through a big forest or something. br Up ahead she saw a bonfire burning br There was the little man, dancing around the flames! br pretty weird, huh? ' br br 'I've heard worse. And then...? ' br br 'Dancing and singing his name, see? ' br br 'So she learned his name? ' br br 'Yep. And, boy, was he mad! br He had to do all her work without getting paid. br It was like getting married.' br br 'Do you remember his name? ' I asked, br hoping to test Giorgio's short-term memory. br br 'Of course.' br br 'What was it? ' br br 'It was....Rumpleforeskin.' br br 'It was what? ' I said, makng a face. 'Are you sure? ' br br 'Sure I'm sure. It was Rumpleforeskin.' br br I sat up, loath to laugh. br 'That's not what I remember, Giorgio. br You mean RumpleSTILZKIN- br his name was RumpleSTILZKIN.' br br 'Whatever, ' conceded Giorgio. 'Hey, no, it was Rumpleforeskin! br Why should I say Rumplestilzkin when his name was Rumpleforeskin? br Trust me on this one, doc.' br br 'What channel was this? ' br br '31' br br I made a mental note.