A woman longs for a salad, her husband steals some rapunzel (which is a parsnip or radish like root that produces edible leaves) from the garden of their next door neighbour, who turns out to be an evil enchantress. He is caught, and the couple is forced to hand over their baby (who is named Rapunzel after the very root which got them into this mess). Rapunzel is locked in a tower with no door and grows incredibly long hair with powerful roots capable of supporting the weight of an adult human. She meets a prince despite her imprisonment and her torrid affair is discovered by the evil enchantress. This leads to Rapunzel's banishment to a desert and the blinding of the prince. He wanders sightlessly for years until Rapunzel, still in the desert but now a destitute single mom of his twins, finds him. Her tears cure his blindness and they live happily ever after, while presumably both managing extreme PTSD from this horrendous experience. One can't help but wonder if this whole situation could have been avoided if Rapunzel's father had just gone to a market and bought some leafy greens for his high maintenance wife rather than stealing them. Or even better, maybe negotiated the enchantress down a little. How about "if you give me some your rapunzel, I'll shovel your snow all winter or fix your leaky ceiling or....." well, anything, really. Of all the fairy tales I've read this is, hands down, the worst trade I have ever encountered!