WHIPPETY-STOURIE
by Elizabeth W. Grierson · from The Scottish Fairy Book
Adapted Version
Once there was a mother. She had a little baby. They lived in a small house. The mother was very sad.
The mother was very sad. She had a baby. The baby was small. She had a pig. The pig was big. The pig got sick. It could not stand up. The mother felt bad. She needed money.
An old woman came. She wore a green dress. She walked slowly. She saw the mother. She spoke to her. "I can help your pig," she said. "What will you give me?"
The mother was happy. She said, "I will give you anything." The old woman went to the pig. She touched the pig. The pig stood up. It was well again. It ran to eat.
The old woman was a fairy. She was not kind. "I want your baby," she said. The mother cried. "No, please!" she said. The fairy did not care. She wanted the baby.
The fairy said, "I will come back. I will come in three days. You must find my name. You know my name? I cannot take him." The mother was very afraid. She held her baby tight.
The mother was sad for two days. She cried a lot. She held her baby close. After two sad days, she walked. She went into the woods. She needed fresh air. She still felt very sad.
She heard a sound. She looked down a hole. The fairy was there. She had a small wheel. She sang a song. "Whippety-Stourie is my name," she sang. The mother heard her. She knew the secret.
The mother was very happy. Her baby was safe. She ran home fast. She held her baby high. She laughed and sang. She had a good plan. She would trick the fairy. She felt very clever.
On the third day, the fairy came back. The mother sat down. She held her baby. She made a sad face. She pretended to cry. She wanted to trick the fairy. The fairy came close.
The fairy said, "Give me the baby." The mother said, "Take my pig." The fairy said, "No. Not that." The mother said, "Take me instead." The fairy said, "No. Not you."
The mother smiled then. She looked at the fairy. She spoke very loud. "Your name is Whippety-Stourie!" she said. The fairy jumped high. She was very surprised. The mother was very smart. She knew the name.
The fairy was very angry. She made a loud noise. She ran away fast. She never came back. The baby was safe. The mother was happy. The fairy was gone.
The mother was clever and brave. She saved her baby. Being smart helps you win. The mother and her baby were safe. They lived happily ever after. The fairy never came back. The mother was very clever.
Original Story
WHIPPETY-STOURIE
I am going to tell you a story about a poor young widow woman, who lived in a house called Kittlerumpit, though whereabouts in Scotland the house of Kittlerumpit stood nobody knows.
Some folk think that it stood in the neighbourhood of the Debateable Land, which, as all the world knows, was on the Borders, where the old Border Reivers were constantly coming and going; the Scotch stealing from the English, and the English from the Scotch. Be that as it may, the widowed Mistress of Kittlerumpit was sorely to be pitied.
For she had lost her husband, and no one quite knew what had become of him. He had gone to a fair one day, and had never come back again, and although everybody believed that he was dead, no one knew how he died.
Some people said that he had been persuaded to enlist, and had been killed in the wars; others, that he had been taken away to serve as a sailor by the press-gang, and had been drowned at sea.
At any rate, his poor young wife was sorely to be pitied, for she was left with a little baby-boy to bring up, and, as times were bad, she had not much to live on.
But she loved her baby dearly, and worked all day amongst her cows, and pigs, and hens, in order to earn enough money to buy food and clothes for both herself and him.
Now, on the morning of which I am speaking, she rose very early and went out to feed her pigs, for rent-day was coming on, and she intended to take one of them, a great, big, fat creature, to the market that very day, as she thought that the price that it would fetch would go a long way towards paying her rent.
And because she thought so, her heart was light, and she hummed a little song to herself as she crossed the yard with her bucket on one arm and her baby-boy on the other.
But the song was quickly changed into a cry of despair when she reached the pig-stye, for there lay her cherished pig on its back, with its legs in the air and its eyes shut, just as if it were going to breathe its last breath.
"What shall I do? What shall I do?" cried the poor woman, sitting down on a big stone and clasping her boy to her breast, heedless of the fact that she had dropped her bucket, and that the pig's-meat was running out, and that the hens were eating it.
"First I lost my husband, and now I am going to lose my finest pig. The pig that I hoped would fetch a deal of money."
Now I must explain to you that the house of Kittlerumpit stood on a hillside, with a great fir wood behind it, and the ground sloping down steeply in front.
And as the poor young thing, after having a good cry to herself, was drying her eyes, she chanced to look down the hill, and who should she see coming up it but an Old Woman, who looked like a lady born.
She was dressed all in green, with a white apron, and she wore a black velvet hood on her head, and a steeple-crowned beaver hat over that, something like those, as I have heard tell, that the women wear in Wales. She walked very slowly, leaning on a long staff, and she gave a bit hirple now and then, as if she were lame.
As she drew near, the young widow felt it was becoming to rise and curtsey to the Gentlewoman, for such she saw her to be.
"Madam," she said, with a sob in her voice, "I bid you welcome to the house of Kittlerumpit, although you find its Mistress one of the most unfortunate women in the world."
"Hout-tout," answered the old Lady, in such a harsh voice that the young woman started, and grasped her baby tighter in her arms. "Ye have little need to say that. Ye have lost your husband, I grant ye, but there were waur losses at Shirra-Muir. And now your pig is like to die—I could, maybe, remedy that. But I must first hear how much ye wad gie me if I cured him."
"Anything that your Ladyship's Madam likes to ask," replied the widow, too much delighted at having the animal's life saved to think that she was making rather a rash promise.
"Very good," said the old Dame, and without wasting any more words she walked straight into the pig-sty.
She stood and looked at the dying creature for some minutes, rocking to and fro and muttering to herself in words which the widow could not understand; at least, she could only understand four of them, and they sounded something like this:
"Pitter-patter,
Haly water."
Then she put her hand into her pocket and drew out a tiny bottle with a liquid that looked like oil in it. She took the cork out, and dropped one of her long lady-like fingers into it; then she touched the pig on the snout and on his ears, and on the tip of his curly tail.
No sooner had she done so than up the beast jumped, and, with a grunt of contentment, ran off to its trough to look for its breakfast.
A joyful woman was the Mistress of Kittlerumpit when she saw it do this, for she felt that her rent was safe; and in her relief and gratitude she would have kissed the hem of the strange Lady's green gown, if she would have allowed it, but she would not.
"No, no," said she, and her voice sounded harsher than ever. "Let us have no fine meanderings, but let us stick to our bargain. I have done my part, and mended the pig; now ye must do yours, and give me what I like to ask—your son."
Then the poor widow gave a piteous cry, for she knew now what she had not guessed before—that the Green-clad Lady was a Fairy, and a Wicked Fairy too, else had she not asked such a terrible thing.
It was too late now, however, to pray, and beseech, and beg for mercy; the Fairy stood her ground, hard and cruel.
"Ye promised me what I liked to ask, and I have asked your son; and your son I will have," she replied, "so it is useless making such a din about it. But one thing I may tell you, for I know well that the knowledge will not help you. By the laws of Fairy-land, I cannot take the bairn till the third day after this, and if by that time you have found out my name I cannot take him even then. But ye will not be able to find it out, of that I am certain. So I will call back for the boy in three days."
And with that she disappeared round the back of the pig-sty, and the poor mother fell down in a dead faint beside the stone.
All that day, and all the next, she did nothing but sit in her kitchen and cry, and hug her baby tighter in her arms; but on the day before that on which the Fairy said that she was coming back, she felt as if she must get a little breath of fresh air, so she went for a walk in the fir wood behind the house.
Now in this fir wood there was an old quarry hole, in the bottom of which was a bonnie spring well, the water of which was always sweet and pure. The young widow was walking near this quarry hole, when, to her astonishment, she heard the whirr of a spinning-wheel and the sound of a voice lilting a song. At first she could not think where the sound came from; then, remembering the quarry, she laid down her child at a tree root, and crept noiselessly through the bushes on her hands and knees to the edge of the hole and peeped over.
She could hardly believe her eyes! For there, far below her, at the bottom of the quarry, beside the spring well, sat the cruel Fairy, dressed in her green frock and tall felt hat, spinning away as fast as she could at a tiny spinning-wheel.
And what should she be singing but—
"Little kens our guid dame at hame,
Whippety-Stourie is my name."
The widow woman almost cried aloud for joy, for now she had learned the Fairy's secret, and her child was safe. But she dare not, in case the wicked old Dame heard her and threw some other spell over her.
So she crept softly back to the place where she had left her child; then, catching him up in her arms, she ran through the wood to her house, laughing, and singing, and tossing him in the air in such a state of delight that, if anyone had met her, they would have been in danger of thinking that she was mad.
Now this young woman had been a merry-hearted maiden, and would have been merry-hearted still, if, since her marriage, she had not had so much trouble that it had made her grow old and sober-minded before her time; and she began to think what fun it would be to tease the Fairy for a few minutes before she let her know that she had found out her name.
So next day, at the appointed time, she went out with her boy in her arms, and seated herself on the big stone where she had sat before; and when she saw the old Dame coming up the hill, she crumpled up her nice clean cap, and screwed up her face, and pretended to be in great distress and to be crying bitterly.
The Fairy took no notice of this, however, but came close up to her, and said, in her harsh, merciless voice, "Good wife of Kittlerumpit, ye ken the reason of my coming; give me the bairn."
Then the young mother pretended to be in sorer distress than ever, and fell on her knees before the wicked old woman and begged for mercy.
"Oh, sweet Madam Mistress," she cried, "spare me my bairn, and take, an' thou wilt, the pig instead."
"We have no need of bacon where I come from," answered the Fairy coldly; "so give me the laddie and let me begone—I have no time to waste in this wise."
"Oh, dear Lady mine," pleaded the Goodwife, "if thou wilt not have the pig, wilt thou not spare my poor bairn and take me myself?"
The Fairy stepped back a little, as if in astonishment. "Art thou mad, woman," she cried contemptuously, "that thou proposest such a thing? Who in all the world would care to take a plain-looking, red-eyed, dowdy wife like thee with them?"
Now the young Mistress of Kittlerumpit knew that she was no beauty, and the knowledge had never vexed her; but something in the Fairy's tone made her feel so angry that she could contain herself no longer.
"In troth, fair Madam, I might have had the wit to know that the like of me is not fit to tie the shoe-string of the High and Mighty Princess, WHIPPETY-STOURIE!"
If there had been a charge of gunpowder buried in the ground, and if it had suddenly exploded beneath her feet, the Wicked Fairy could not have jumped higher into air.
And when she came down again she simply turned round and ran down the brae, shrieking with rage and disappointment, for all the world, as an old book says, "like an owl chased by witches."
Story DNA
Moral
Even the most powerful adversaries can be defeated by wit and courage.
Plot Summary
A poor young widow, facing destitution after her husband's disappearance and her last valuable pig falls ill, makes a desperate bargain with a mysterious old woman. The woman, revealed to be a wicked fairy, cures the pig but demands the widow's baby boy as payment. The fairy grants a three-day reprieve, stating she cannot take the child if the widow discovers her name. The distraught mother overhears the fairy singing her secret name, 'Whippety-Stourie,' while spinning in a hidden quarry. On the third day, the widow cleverly reveals she knows the fairy's name, causing the enraged fairy to shriek and flee forever, saving the child.
Themes
Emotional Arc
despair to triumph
Writing Style
Narrative Elements
Cultural Context
The mention of the 'Debateable Land' and 'Border Reivers' places the story loosely in a historical period of Anglo-Scottish border conflicts, though the fairy tale elements make it timeless. 'Shirra-Muir' refers to the Battle of Sheriffmuir (1715), a Jacobite rising, suggesting a post-1715 setting, but this is likely an anachronism or a general reference to a known battle.
Plot Beats (12)
- A young widow at Kittlerumpit, with a baby boy, is in dire straits after her husband's disappearance and her prized pig falls ill.
- An old woman, dressed in green, appears and offers to cure the pig in exchange for anything she asks.
- The widow, desperate, agrees to the bargain, and the old woman magically cures the pig.
- The old woman reveals herself to be a wicked fairy and demands the widow's baby boy as payment.
- The fairy states she cannot take the child for three days, and if the widow discovers her name by then, the child will be spared.
- The widow spends two days in despair, then goes for a walk in the fir wood.
- In the wood, she discovers the fairy spinning in a hidden quarry, singing her secret name: 'Whippety-Stourie'.
- The widow returns home, joyful and planning to trick the fairy.
- On the third day, the widow pretends to be in great distress when the fairy arrives.
- The widow offers the pig, then herself, to the fairy, who scorns her appearance.
- The widow then triumphantly reveals the fairy's name, 'Whippety-Stourie'.
- The fairy, enraged and defeated, shrieks and flees, never to return.
Characters
The Young Widow (Mistress of Kittlerumpit) ★ protagonist
Of average height and build for a Scottish peasant woman of her time, her frame showing the effects of hard work. Initially described as 'plain-looking' and 'red-eyed' from crying, suggesting a somewhat worn appearance due to hardship, but not inherently unattractive.
Attire: Simple, practical clothing suitable for a poor Scottish widow working on a farm. She wears a 'nice clean cap' which she later crumples, indicating a basic head covering. Her dress would be made of sturdy, undyed or naturally dyed linen or wool, likely in muted earth tones, designed for durability and warmth rather than fashion.
Wants: To protect her child and ensure their survival and well-being. To escape poverty and hardship.
Flaw: Her initial despair and rash promise born of desperation make her vulnerable. Her deep love for her child can be exploited.
Transforms from a despairing, unfortunate widow to a clever, triumphant mother who outsmarts a wicked fairy, regaining her merry-hearted nature.
Loving, hardworking, despairing (initially), resourceful, quick-witted, resilient, and possesses a mischievous sense of humor once her spirits are lifted. She is deeply devoted to her child.
Image Prompt & Upload
A young Scottish peasant woman, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. She has fair skin, a round face, and kind, blue eyes. Her light brown hair is pulled back under a simple, slightly crumpled white linen cap. She wears a practical, long-sleeved, ankle-length dress of undyed grey-brown wool, with a plain dark blue linen apron tied over it. Her hands are clasped protectively around a swaddled infant held close to her chest. Her expression is a mix of weariness and a hint of hopeful determination. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Whippety-Stourie (The Green-clad Lady / The Wicked Fairy) ⚔ antagonist
An old woman who looks like a 'lady born,' but with a harsh demeanor. She walks slowly, leaning on a long staff, and has a 'bit hirple' (limp) now and then, suggesting an ancient or slightly infirm appearance, despite her magical power.
Attire: Distinctive and specific: 'dressed all in green, with a white apron,' and wears a 'black velvet hood on her head, and a steeple-crowned beaver hat over that,' similar to traditional Welsh women's hats. This attire suggests a blend of folk tradition and a certain antiquated elegance, despite her malevolent nature. The green gown is likely made of a fine, perhaps slightly shimmering, fabric.
Wants: To acquire the young widow's son, possibly for her own unknown purposes in Fairy-land, or simply to exert her power and cruelty.
Flaw: Her vanity and the magical law that binds her to her true name. Her overconfidence in humans' inability to discover her secret.
Remains unchanged in her wickedness but is ultimately defeated and humiliated by the young widow's cleverness.
Cruel, merciless, cunning, demanding, arrogant, easily enraged when thwarted, and dismissive of human emotions. She is a trickster figure, exploiting desperation.
Image Prompt & Upload
An elderly Scottish fairy woman, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. She has a sharp, unyielding face with cold, dark eyes and thin lips. Her grey hair is pulled back severely under a black velvet hood, which is topped by a tall, steeple-crowned beaver hat. She wears a long, flowing gown of deep emerald green silk, with a crisp white linen apron tied over it. She leans slightly on a gnarled wooden staff held in her right hand. Her expression is stern and merciless. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Baby Boy ◆ supporting
A small, helpless infant, often held close to his mother's breast. His appearance is not detailed beyond being a 'little baby-boy' or 'bairn'.
Attire: Swaddled in simple, warm cloths appropriate for a baby in a poor Scottish household. Likely made of linen or wool in muted colors.
Wants: Survival and comfort, as any infant.
Flaw: Complete helplessness and dependence on his mother.
Remains an infant throughout the story, serving as the central object of conflict and his mother's motivation.
Innocent, vulnerable, and a source of deep love and motivation for his mother.
Image Prompt & Upload
A swaddled infant, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. The baby has soft, round features, with a small nose and closed eyes, indicating peaceful sleep. The baby is wrapped in plain, cream-colored linen cloths, with only its head visible. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Pig ○ minor
A 'great, big, fat creature,' indicating a large, well-fed domestic pig, likely pinkish-grey in color with coarse bristles.
Attire: None.
Wants: To eat and survive.
Flaw: Vulnerability to illness.
Falls ill, is miraculously cured by the Fairy, and returns to its normal piggish behavior.
A typical domestic pig, driven by hunger and comfort.
Image Prompt & Upload
A large, domestic pig, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. It has pinkish-grey skin with sparse, coarse bristles, a prominent snout, and floppy ears. Its tail is short and tightly curled. The pig stands on all fours, looking content, with a slight grunt-like expression. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Locations
Kittlerumpit Farmyard
A working farmyard, likely muddy or well-trodden, with a pig-sty, and space for cows and hens. It is situated on a hillside, with a great fir wood behind it and the ground sloping down steeply in front.
Mood: Initially hopeful, quickly turns to despair, then relief, and finally tense confrontation.
The widow discovers her pig is dying, encounters the Green-clad Fairy, makes a rash promise, and later confronts the Fairy with her name.
Image Prompt & Upload
A rustic Scottish farmyard at dawn, with a small, weathered timber pig-sty in the foreground. The ground is a mix of packed earth and sparse grass, with burdock leaves along a deep river. A large, moss-covered stone sits near the sty. Behind, the hillside slopes steeply upwards, covered in dense, dark fir trees. Soft, cool morning light illuminates the scene, casting long shadows. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Fir Wood Quarry Hole
A dense fir wood behind the Kittlerumpit house, containing an old quarry hole. At the bottom of this quarry is a bonnie spring well with sweet and pure water. The quarry sides are steep and likely rocky, with bushes growing around the edge.
Mood: Mysterious, secretive, and ultimately joyful.
The widow discovers the Fairy's secret name by overhearing her singing at the bottom of the quarry.
Image Prompt & Upload
A deep, ancient quarry hole carved into a hillside within a dense Scottish fir wood. The quarry walls are rough-hewn rock, partially covered in dark green moss and ferns. At the bottom, a small, clear spring well bubbles, surrounded by smooth, water-worn stones. Overhead, the canopy of tall, dark fir trees filters dappled sunlight into the quarry, creating pockets of light and shadow. A few low, thorny bushes cling to the quarry's edge. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
