Here’s an actual story my grandma used to tell me when I was around 10.
“A woman was harvesting a flower bed and had taken her child with her. She was so busy with her work that the child slept the day through, and she left the little one behind.
The woman went home at the end of the day to milk the cows and make dinner. She served her husband, who asked her “Where’s my son?” With terror she whispered, “I have forgotten him!” She ran as fast as she could to the place in which she left her son, hearing a Laumé speak: “Čiūčia liūlia, forgotten child.” The mother, from the distance, asked the Laume for her child back. The fairie said, “Come, come, dear woman, take your child, we have done nothing to him. We know that you work very hard, at many jobs, and that you didn’t want to leave your child behind.”
The fairies then went on to shower the babe with much treasure, enough gifts to raise several children upon. The mother went home with her precious baby and with her gifts; she was greeted with great joy.
Another woman, hearing of her good fortune, was taken over by jealousy. She took to thinking, “I shall do the same as her, and also be showered in gifts.” The next evening, at dusk, she took her child, left him in the fields and went home. She ate dinner, thoughtlessly, before pausing to think of her child— and the treasure.
When she approached the field, she heard the fairies, “Čiūčia liūlia, you left your child in greed.” And the child screamed with such great pain, for he was pinched and tortured mercilessly. They continued their torture until the mother came. The fairies tossed the child at her feet. The babe was dead.”