With glass hands he reached up to pluck the apple from the tree. He sliced the apple and baked it in a pie. Glass hands are quite useful for removing hot pans from the oven. With glass hands he served the pie to his lady who glanced at it.
“Sing to me,” she said. “and then I shall eat.”
So he sang and her hunger grew.
“Touch me,” she said. “and then I shall eat.”
But he could not for her skin was stone lest his glass hands shatter.