So now the girl was in a quandary. She really didn’t know the nuts and bolts of transfiguration. The girl then spent the rest of the night ranting and raving about her father who put her in this mess in the first place.

Then at the eleventh hour, I appeared. 

(I always loved a fancy entrance, so I decided to come out of the blue.)

“I heard you cry dear lass, and I want to help!”

Big mistake.

“What are you so cheesed off about anyway?”

The girl then laid down the facts of this problem of hers to me.

So I said with a grin “No need to worry, I know how to spin straw into gold in a jiffy!

But I never do things for free...” I took the girl’s gold ring (an inheritance) as my payment for the job, and burned the midnight oil turning all that straw into gold, while the girl took forty winks.