illustrated by Madi Kang

All-Kinds-of-Fur now ran into the kitchen, made the bread soup for the king, and while the cook was away, put the golden reel in it. When the king found the reel at the bottom of his bowl had All-Kinds-of-Fur called before him.

Catching sight of the white finger, he saw the ring that he had put on her while they were dancing. He seized her by the hand and held her fast. As she attempted to free herself and run away, her fur cloak opened a little, and the dress of stars glistened out. The king grabbed the cloak and tore it off.

Her golden hair appeared, and she stood there in full splendor, no longer able to hide. And after she had wiped the soot and ashes from her face, she was more beautiful than anyone who had ever been seen on earth.

The king said, "You are my dear bride, and we shall never part." Then their wedding was celebrated, and they lived happily until they died.