One day the Woodcutter burst into the House. "Uncle! Uncle!" he cried.
The toymaker rushed out to greet him. "What is it?" the toymaker asked.
"You must make a toy for the Princess. I know you can stop her from crying," the Woodcutter replied.
"But that is not a chance I am willing to take," the toymaker then said. "I have a son that needs me."
"I know," replied the Woodcutter. "I made a deal with the King. You have nothing to worry about."
"Really?" said the toymaker, somewhat puzzled. "Then what shall I make? I hear the king has brought her stuff from all over the world."
"I am sure you can make something special, uncle. I believe in you," the Woodcutter answered.
"Then let me think," said the toymaker and with that sat down and started to think about what could make the princess stop crying. The Woodcutter sat and waited next to him.*