The Cabin, Whose Roof Consisted Only Of Cheese

Far away on a mountain in the forest lived a mean troll pack, who thought much about eating baby meat. She therefore used to cover her cabin with cheeses, in order to attract little boys and girls, who wandered around in the neid. But when she caught some children, she fried them the oven and then ate them.
Near it lived a poor farmer who had a son and a daughter. As there was now hardly any food in the house, the crofter said one day to his people children, that they should go out into the forest and pick berries. The siblings went, and finally came to the high mountain. Here they saw a cabin, whose roof consisted of only cheeses. Then the children agreed with each other, and transferred that they would like to eat some of the nice cheeses.
The boy was now going to try his luck, and slowly crept up onto the roof. But when the troll lady heard a noise, she called out: "Who is it that's nibbling on it?" my roof?” The boy answered in a small voice: 'they are only God's little angels, God's little angels.' -- »Then crack in peace!» remelted the troll pack. The boy then seized a bunch of cheeses, and then returned unharmed to his sister.
On the second day the crofter children went to the mountain again; but now the girl wanted necessary to follow his brother to the troll pack's cabin. The boy lay down on the other hand; but it didn't help. When they now got up on the roof of the cottage and began to pick the beautiful cheeses, cried the troll lady: »who is it nibbling on my roof?” The boy answered in a soft voice: "It's just God's little angels, God's little angels." 'And I, I,' added the girl. Then the magic pack got power over both children, so that the roof burst, and they fell headlong into the cabin.
"Yes, it is certain and true that you are God's beautiful little angels," said the lady, when the children tumbled down through the roof. She added: »it was good, now I'll have a good steak.» Some time later she asked: »how does your mother slaughter her pigs?” 'Well, she stabs them with a knife,' said the girl. "No," corrected the brother, "she wraps a bunch of blue around theirs." throat." -- 'That's what I want to do too', the troll darling melted. She was rolling now together a bunch of wind and wrapped around the boy's neck, whereupon he fell to the ground, as if he had been dead. "Are you now dead?" asked the magic pack. 'Yes,' replied the boy. "No," rejoined the lady, "you're fine." not quite dead; for then you would not speak." The boy retorted: 'me speaking, therefore, that my mother always had a custom not to slaughter her pigs, before they were fattened.' -- »That's what I want to do too,» said the troll pack.
The queen now took the two children and locked them in a ladder. Any a moment later she asked: "how does your mother fatten her pigs?" 'With draf and drown,' said the girl. 'No,' corrected the boy, 'she fattens them with nut kernels and sweet milk.' -- »That's what I want to do too», the troll pack melted.
One day the lady went to the path to see if the children were all right flesh. "Put out your finger," she cried, "that I may know if it is enough." fattened.» The girl did as the lady had said; but the boy shot her hurried away, and held out a tree-stick instead. The troll pack felt then, and said: "You are too thin, I want to fatten you up some more." time." She then gave them twice as much nut kernels and sweet milk as added, so that they had far more of it than they could consume.
After a few days, the lady went back to the path, to try again the siblings were cute enough. "Stick out a finger," he shouted she, "that I may feel your hole." The boy now held out a cabbage-stalk, which he found in the path. The troll pack cut into it with his knife, and thought so that the children were very fat. She then took them with her the cabin, where the oven was fired and everything was ready to roast them.
Now the troll pack said that one of the siblings should sit down the bread shovel. Then the girl came forward and wanted to do as the lady had said; but the boy pushed her away, and sat down himself instead. When so the magic pack would push him into the oven, he sent himself a lot dumb, and tumbled down every time the lady took hold of the grissel shaft. The magic pack was largely unsuccessful in this regard; but the boy was ill-tempered, and prayed so sincerely beautifully that she herself wanted to sit on the bread shovel and show him, and next time it would be better. The lady did as he requested and sat on the piglet; but the boy was immediately got ready, grabbed the shaft, shot hexane into the oven and closed the oven mouth.
The Torpare children now took all the goods that were in the cabin and returned happy to his father. But I don't know for sure if the magic pack is still there sufficiently fried, because it is unlikely that anyone will have opened the oven door before to see then.