Kansansatusuatanat

Done with: 0.1 and 0.8 black inking pens
On: A3 printer paper

School work.

Peikko ja Korppi
The Troll and the Raven

In other words:

In a cabin in the middle of Forest Nowhere lived a family of three girls and their father.
One night, a troll came and kidnapped the girls. Their father saw the crime and tried to follow, but alas, he lost the troll in the darkness of the forest.
A crow heard his heartbroken weeping, and after hearing the terrible tale was convinced the man would never leave the forest and go back to the cabin
to fill the garbage cans for the crow to rummage through, unless someone helped him find and get back his children (certainly the crow could just have
waited until the man died of grief and eaten him, but you've got to think ahead).
The crow had no trouble finding the troll's cave, but one look at its inhabitant made it clear the troll was too strong to fight against. A few minutes
of further inspection revealed the troll had actually mistaken the girls' radiant personalities for being physically luminescent, and had brought them
to the cave to act as lamps, which told the crow the troll must also be too stupid to negotiate with. A cunning plan was in order.
The crow flew over to greet the troll with all the artificial enthusiasm of an advertiser, and invited the troll to a singing contest the birds of the forest were
holding. The prize, the crow assured, was a free appointment with an electrician. The troll was delighted, for a visit from someone able to tell
what was wrong with the new lamps was exactly what it needed right now!
When the troll arrived at the scene of the contest, little did it know the crow had in fact arranged it all just hours prior, and that all the birds of the forest
were in on the plot (for who would take care of their winter feeding if the humans wasted away in a clearing and a cave, and besides, the crow had promised
to leave their nests alone for at least the next spring). With great astonishment the troll observed its competition - none of the birds had any heads!
The crow apologized for overlooking to mention the most important qualification: the contest was for headless only. The troll would have to wait until the next year,
for it was impossible to adjust the rules at such short notice. But the troll would have none of that! A whole winter in the dark cave again? Telling the birds to
not start without it, the troll hurried back to its cave, too quick to notice the birds folding away their wings previously covering their very intact heads.
At the cave it untied the girls and handed them an axe, telling them to chop off its head.
The girls promptly obeyed, the troll became crow-snack, and the family was able to reunite.

The End

Susi ja Repo
The Wolf and the Fox

And thus spake the storyteller:

Once upon a time a wolf and a fox were crashing a wedding, secretly eating the
cake and drinking the booze under the table.
The wolf, who'd obviously had more to drink than his soon to be proven cunning yet again
companion, suddenly felt like stepping on the table and singing was a good idea.
Despite of the fox's warnings, thus did the wolf do, and soon it got the
wedding guests and their dogs giving it a fairly good whopping,
while the fox quietly snuck away to hide in a shed.
In the shed the fox got a great idea, and dipped its head in a butter churn.
At nightfall the wolf and the fox met at their usual hangout in the forest,
the wolf all cut up and bruised and the fox's head covered in chunky cream.
The wolf asked if its friend would do it the favor of carrying it home,
what with all the injuries it had sustained, but the fox took one look at
the teethmaks and bumps and declared that was nothing. "Just look at me", it said,
"they beat me so badly my brain is oozing out all over my face!"
And so the fox got a piggyback ride home from the wolf,
who was either still very drunk or very stupid and bought the whole story.

The End.

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The stories are old finnish folk tales, and not the legal property of particularly anyone.