A disobedient little girl says to her parents, "I've heard such a lot about Frau Trude, I'm going to see her." They forbid her to do so in the strongest terms, saying Mrs. Trude is an evil woman who does ungodly things. However, the girl still goes. When she arrives, she is shaking with fear.
"Why are you so pale?" Frau Trude asks her. The girl tells her she has seen a black man on the steps, then a green one, then a blood-red one. "Oh Frau Trude, I was so sacred, I looked through the window and didn't see you, but I saw the devil with a flaming head."
"Oh!" says Frau Trude, "You've seen the witch in her proper jewels!" She turns the girl into a block of wood and throws her into the fire. She sits down beside it, warms herself and says "Some light at last."
What fascinates me about this story is how the stubborn (and innocent) little girl acts like an inflexible block of wood and ends up participating in her own fiery death by refusing to be conscious. I feel like this story is similar to a few near-misses in my life when I insisted on seeing the devil herself and nearly got thrown into the fire by my own stubbornness.
What do you feel about this story?