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inside that gold box! If I were you, I would throw
your uncanny gold box in the river and drown the
evil spirit locked up in it. Don’t believe a word
of what it tells you, it is nothing but lies! You
will always remain a child, you will never grow
old, you will never die. You just lie down and
get to sleep for a while! The sun will soon rise
again over the fir-tops, the new day will soon
look in through the window, you will soon see
much clearer than you ever saw by the light of
that tallow candle.
“I must be off. Good-bye to you, dreamer,
and well met!”
“Well met, little goblin!”
He glided down from the chair by my bed and
clattered away towards the door in his little
wooden shoes. As he was fumbling in his pocket
for his latch-key he suddenly burst into such a
roar of laughter that he had to hold his stomach
with his two hands.
“Death!” he chuckled. “Well, I never!
It beats anything I have ever heard before!
What shortsighted fools are they not, these big
monkeys, compared with us small goblins.
Death! By Robin Goodfellow, I never heard
such nonsense!”
When I woke and looked out through the
window the ground was white with fresh snow. High
overhead I heard the beating of wings and the call
of a flock of wild geese. God speed, little goblin!
I sat down to my breakfast, a bowl of porridge,
milk fresh from the cow and a cup of excellent
coffee. Uncle Lars told me he had been up twice
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