The big cat from довре

There lived once in Финнмарке the person who has caught a polar bear and has led it to Denmark on a royal court yard. Happens so, that the Christmas has found it in a way. It has stopped near mountain Dovre where there was an one and only house in which there lived the person by name of Халвор. And here the traveller has asked the owner, whether it is impossible for it to spend the night with a polar bear in the house.

"Упаси the God! - the owner has exclaimed. - we cannot start up anybody on a lodging for the night because we remain without a roof over a head. Every year for Christmas in our house trolls are and celebrate all night long, and so it is a lot of them, that we to step have and it is necessary to leave from the house.

"Well, then you can let to spend the night us. The bear will lay down under an oven, and I can sleep in a closet", - the traveller has told.

And so long it asked the owner, that at last has asked, and that has started up it on a lodging for the night. And the owner and all his family have gathered and have left from the house. But before leaving, they have covered a rich table, have put also sweet Christmas porridge, both fish, and different sausages, and all tasty, that it is necessary to submit to expensive visitors.

Also what you think? Really, in the house trolls - both old, and young, and kiddies have welcomed. One had a long tail, at others - is shorter, and some in general бесхвостые. And many had long-long noses. And all of them ate, drank and tried everything, that stood on a table.

Suddenly one small troll has seen a white skin under an oven. And here this boy-troll took sausage, has thrust in it a plug and has approached to an oven to roast sausage on fire. Has then bent to a bear and has asked: "the Pussycat, the pussycat, you want колбаски?" And itself puts a hot plug to directly bear in a nose. The bear has woken up, yes as will jump up, yes as will begin to roar - here all trolls one behind another have rushed from the house. Have escaped all - and big-nosed, both хвостатые, and бесхвостые, both old, and young, and kiddies.

A year later poor Халвор, as always before Christmas, has gone to wood to cut fire wood, to heat as it is necessary to bake to arrival of trolls. It cuts to itself(himself) and cuts, and suddenly from wood the terrible voice is distributed and calls him: "Халвор! Халвор!" "I here," - answer Халвор. The voice asks: "Where your big cat?" "At home, - answers Халвор. - Lays under an oven. It окотилась, has brought six kittens. And all of them already more it and are even more malicious, than it."

"Then we more never will come to you!" - the troll has shouted.

Since then trolls do not eat sweet Christmas porridge in house Халвора in Довре.