#nisser?

[naturelovinglife]

Small friends we met on our walk the other day.

[weirdnessdk]

The noises at night

We were three sisters when I lived at home. My late mother had the custom, that each week we would take turns at working in the kitchen, go to the town and sit up each evening waiting for our father when he wasn't home. It always happened to me that when I sat up I would hear something. The others never spoke of it but that, I think, is because they would fall asleep, but I always liked to read and always had a book in front of me. So when I sat there in the evening I could hear so clearly how there was a hammering down in the workshop, where both the forge, the bellows and the anvil were. I didn't know who would forge in the night; but when I went to the workshop with a candle there'd be nothing to see. I went to look for it twice. Then my father came home and then I said: "oh, father, you are away for so long. I can hear the hammering on the anvil and how the bellows blow down in the shop." "oh, you should not be bothered with that," he said, "(it means that) I will get a big piece of work (to do)." And it wasn't a lie: it was never wrong that he either got a silver jug or a ladle or another big piece of work to do as soon as it had hammered in the workshop at night.