The Naughty Boy
by Hans Christian Andersen · from Collected Fairy Tales
Adapted Version
It was a very cold night. Rain fell hard outside. A kind old poet sat. He sat by his warm fire. The fire was cozy. He felt safe and happy.
Then, a child cried. He cried at the door. "Let me in!" he called. "I am cold and wet!" He wore thin clothes. He shivered very much.
The Kind Poet felt sad. He opened the door fast. "Come in, little one," he said. The poet gave a warm drink. He warmed the child's hands. He gave roasted apples. The child felt much better.
The child's cheeks turned pink. His golden hair was curly. His eyes shone like stars. He jumped and danced. "My name is Cupid!" he said. "Do you know me?"
Cupid held his small bow. He checked his arrows. "My bow is not broken!" he said. He aimed at the poet's chest. *Zing!* An arrow flew out. The Kind Poet felt sad. Cupid just laughed.
"That was naughty!" said the poet. Cupid did not care. He ran out the door. The Kind Poet was sad. He felt confused. Why did Cupid do that?
The Kind Poet knew. Cupid was a naughty boy. "I will tell all," he said. "They must know Cupid. He makes hearts feel funny." He wanted help.
Cupid still plays tricks. He makes people sad. He makes them confused. He hides in places. You cannot see him. He shoots arrows. He is very cunning.
He shot your mom and dad. He shot your grandma too. Ask them about it. They will tell you. Cupid is always busy. He is a naughty boy. Mind him.
So, know Naughty Cupid. He is playful at times. But he makes hearts feel funny. It's okay to feel that way. It's good to know him.
Original Story
The naughty boy
A fairy tale by Hans Christian Andersen
A long time ago, there lived an old poet, a thoroughly kind old poet. As he was sitting one evening in his room, a dreadful storm arose without, and the rain streamed down from heaven; but the old poet sat warm and comfortable in his chimney-comer, where the fire blazed and the roasting apple hissed.
"Those who have not a roof over their heads will be wetted to the skin," said the good old poet.
"Oh let me in! Let me in! I am cold, and I'm so wet!" exclaimed suddenly a child that stood crying at the door and knocking for admittance, while the rain poured down, and the wind made all the windows rattle.
"Poor thing!" said the old poet, as he went to open the door. There stood a little boy, quite naked, and the water ran down from his long golden hair; he trembled with cold, and had he not come into a warm room he would most certainly have perished in the frightful tempest.
"Poor child!" said the old poet, as he took the boy by the hand. "Come in, come in, and I will soon restore thee! Thou shalt have wine and roasted apples, for thou art verily a charming child!"
And the boy was so really. His eyes were like two bright stars; and although the water trickled down his hair, it waved in beautiful curls. He looked exactly like a little angel, but he was so pale, and his whole body trembled with cold. He had a nice little bow in his hand, but it was quite spoiled by the rain, and the tints of his many-colored arrows ran one into the other.
The old poet seated himself beside his hearth, and took the little fellow on his lap; he squeezed the water out of his dripping hair, warmed his hands between his own, and boiled for him some sweet wine. Then the boy recovered, his cheeks again grew rosy, he jumped down from the lap where he was sitting, and danced round the kind old poet.
"You are a merry fellow," said the old man. "What's your name?"
"My name is Cupid," answered the boy. "Don't you know me? There lies my bow; it shoots well, I can assure you! Look, the weather is now clearing up, and the moon is shining clear again through the window."
"Why, your bow is quite spoiled," said the old poet.
"That were sad indeed," said the boy, and he took the bow in his hand -and examined it on every side. "Oh, it is dry again, and is not hurt at all; the string is quite tight. I will try it directly." And he bent his bow, took aim, and shot an arrow at the old poet, right into his heart. "You see now that my bow was not spoiled," said he laughing; and away he ran. The naughty boy, to shoot the old poet in that way; he who had taken him into his warm room, who had treated him so kindly, and who had given him warm wine and the very best apples!
The poor poet lay on the earth and wept, for the arrow had really flown into his heart. "Fie!" said he. "How naughty a boy Cupid is! I will tell all children about him, that they may take care and not play with him, for he will only cause them sorrow and many a heartache."
And all good children to whom he related this story, took great heed of this naughty Cupid; but he made fools of them still, for he is astonishingly cunning. When the university students come from the lectures, he runs beside them in a black coat, and with a book under his arm. It is quite impossible for them to know him, and they walk along with him arm in arm, as if he, too, were a student like themselves; and then, unperceived, he thrusts an arrow to their bosom. When the young maidens come from being examined by the clergyman, or go to church to be confirmed, there he is again close behind them. Yes, he is forever following people. At the play, he sits in the great chandelier and burns in bright flames, so that people think it is really a flame, but they soon discover it is something else. He roves about in the garden of the palace and upon the ramparts: yes, once he even shot your father and mother right in the heart. Ask them only and you will hear what they'll tell you. Oh, he is a naughty boy, that Cupid; you must never have anything to do with him. He is forever running after everybody. Only think, he shot an arrow once at your old grandmother! But that is a long time ago, and it is all past now; however, a thing of that sort she never forgets. Fie, naughty Cupid! But now you know him, and you know, too, how ill-behaved he is!
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Story DNA
Moral
Love, personified by Cupid, is a mischievous and unpredictable force that can strike anyone, regardless of their kindness or wisdom, often causing unexpected heartache.
Plot Summary
During a storm, a kind old poet offers shelter to a cold, naked child. The child, who appears angelic, recovers and reveals himself to be Cupid. In a mischievous act, Cupid shoots the poet in the heart with an arrow, then laughs and flees. The wounded poet, realizing Cupid's true, hurtful nature, vows to warn everyone about the capricious and deceptive god of love, explaining how Cupid continues to trick and wound people of all ages.
Themes
Emotional Arc
comfort to betrayal to resigned warning
Writing Style
Narrative Elements
Cultural Context
Hans Christian Andersen often drew upon classical mythology and contemporary societal observations to create his allegorical tales.
Plot Beats (9)
- An old, kind poet sits comfortably by his fire during a severe storm.
- A naked, shivering child, soaked by the rain, cries at his door for admittance.
- The poet, out of compassion, lets the child in and provides warmth, wine, and roasted apples.
- The child, with golden hair and star-like eyes, recovers and reveals himself to be Cupid.
- Cupid, after checking his bow, shoots an arrow into the poet's heart and laughs.
- Cupid runs away, leaving the poet wounded and weeping.
- The poet, realizing Cupid's true nature, vows to warn everyone about him.
- The poet recounts how Cupid continues to trick and wound people, disguised as a student or hiding in plain sight.
- The poet warns the audience that Cupid has even affected their parents and grandmother, emphasizing his persistent naughtiness.
Characters
The Old Poet ★ protagonist
Kind-looking, old
Attire: Comfortable, warm clothing suitable for indoor wear in a 19th-century Danish home
Kind, compassionate
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An elderly man with a deeply lined, wise face and kind, distant eyes, his long, flowing white hair and beard neatly groomed. He wears a faded, ink-stained velvet robe over a simple linen tunic, belted at the waist. He sits upright in a worn wooden chair, one hand resting on a thick, leather-bound book of poetry in his lap, the other holding a feathered quill poised over a fresh page. His expression is one of serene, focused contemplation. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Cupid ⚔ antagonist
Naked, small, initially shivering
Attire: Initially naked, later possibly a black coat
Naughty, mischievous, cunning
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A pale, slender young man with sharp, cruel features and a cruel smirk. He has small, dark, feathered wings sprouting from his back. His hair is dark and tousled. He wears a tattered, dark toga-like garment, and holds a small, black, twisted bow aimed directly at the viewer. His posture is predatory, leaning forward slightly. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Locations
Old Poet's Chimney Corner
Warm and comfortable, with a blazing fire and a hissing roasting apple.
Mood: cozy, safe, inviting
The poet is introduced and first encounters Cupid.
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A cozy chimney corner in an old cottage, evening light filtering through a small window. A large, rustic stone fireplace dominates the scene, with a blazing fire in the hearth casting a warm, dancing orange glow. The flames illuminate the rough-hewn wooden mantel, dusty books, and a brass candlestick. In the center of the fire, a single red apple is skewered on a long iron fork, its skin glistening and beginning to blister, a wisp of steam rising. The surrounding shadows are deep and soft, with the warm light reflecting off the worn stone floor and a copper kettle hanging beside the flames. The atmosphere is intensely warm, quiet, and inviting. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Doorway in the Storm
Exposed to the elements, with rain pouring down and wind rattling the windows.
Mood: frightening, desperate, exposed
Cupid appears, naked and shivering, seeking shelter.
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A weathered stone archway stands open to a raging storm, its heavy wooden door torn off its hinges and lying shattered on the mossy cobblestones. Torrential rain falls in silver sheets, driven by a howling wind that whips through the opening, stirring the gnarled branches of a nearby dead oak. A single, swaying iron lantern, its flame barely alive, casts a feeble, flickering amber glow on the wet stone and the dark, churning sky beyond. The scene is a study in deep blues, greys, and the stark, warm light against the cold deluge. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Garden of the Palace
A place where Cupid roves and shoots arrows at unsuspecting people.
Mood: romantic, mischievous
Illustrates Cupid's widespread influence and mischievous nature.
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Golden hour bathes a sprawling palace garden in warm amber light, casting long shadows from ornate marble statues of playful cherubs and mythical creatures. Climbing roses in blush pink and cream cascade over stone archways, their petals drifting onto a central reflecting pool. Scattered among the manicured hedges and blooming peonies, a few delicate golden arrows lie half-hidden in the soft grass. The distant palace facade, with its ivory towers and arched windows, glows softly against a pastel sky streaked with lavender and peach clouds. A gentle breeze stirs the leaves of ancient weeping willows, their branches trailing in the still water. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration
