Another set of Russian dolls, a long time in the making.
From largest to smallest they are: Henry VIII, Thomas More, Thomas Cromwell, Cardinal Wolsey and the head of Anne Boleyn.
Hans my Hedgehog
Hans-My-Hedgehog pulled off her beautiful clothes and stuck her with his quills until she was bloody all over. “This is the reward for your deceit. Go away. I do not want you.” With that he sent her back home, and she was cursed as long as she lived.
He took off his hedgehog skin after going into the bedroom, and before getting into bed. The men immediately picked it up and threw it into the fire, and then stayed there until it was completely consumed by flames.
Little Red Riding Hood.
When he cut her bindings and she told him what happened, he took his hunting knife from his pocket and cut the wolf’s belly open to rescue Little Red Riding Hood. While the wolf slept, they all filled his empty stomach with stones and sewed his stomach shut again.
An idea for the next Russian doll.
Once upon a time there was a peasant who had money and land enough, but as rich as he was, there was still something missing from his happiness: He had no children with his wife. Often when he went to the city with the other peasants, they would mock him and ask him why he had no children. He finally became angry, and when he returned home, he said, “I will have a child, even if it is a hedgehog.”
Then his wife had a baby, and the top half was a hedgehog and the bottom half a boy.
Once upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved by everyone who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child.
Once she gave her a little riding hood of red velvet, which suited her so well that she would never wear anything else; so she was always called ‘Little Red Riding Hood.’