Rumpelstiltzkin

Six hours later, Ethel was at her wit's end, as well as the book's end. She asked, "Is your name Zaid? Zeus? Ziggy? Zion?" He shook his head. She stood up and shouted, "Then I have it! Your name must be Zoltan!" The little man laughed a harsh laugh. "Nice try Ethel. But the sun is coming up. I'll be back tomorrow at the same time for the baby." And he jumped out
the window.