Good luck out there and Bring Your Own Pen... you may need it. This is a quick park and grab cache!
No Night Caching recommended! Stay safe on the roads. Snow could hide the slope of this less traveled shoulder.
This story is a folktale from "The Danish Fairy Book". It is a charming example of how trolls can be benevolent beings with their own magic.
"Near Roskilde in Zealand, there once lived a man named Peter Anderson. He lived in a small farm overlooked by a hillock, which happened to be the dwelling place of a number of trolls.
One day, the troll family was celebrating a wedding. There was much singing and merriment until nightfall when they found that they had run out of ale. The guests all started to complain loudly, and the din was so noisy that poor Peter could not sleep. One of the trolls went to the farmstead and banged the door three times. The farmer opened the door warily and stared at the strange looking man, who asked, "Will you help me out, and loan me a cask of ale, Peter Anderson? I will return the favour when we have brewed some more of our own."
"Who are you and where do you live?" asked the farmer, a little surprised that his visitor already knew his name.
"I am the man from the hillock over there," said the troll.
"Yes, well go down to the cellar and help yourself to a cask. I have a barrel spare," said the Peter, his hand trembling as he held a candlestick. The troll grunted with a nod, then went to the cellar, got the ale and went home with it.
The farmer was much surprised and a little shaken by his experience. He had not expected to have his ale returned, but a few nights later there was loud knocking on the door. Peter woke up with a start and asked in his bravest voice, "Who is knocking at this late hour?"
"It is I," said the troll, "I am bringing back the ale I borrowed from you. The cask has been placed in your cellar and am going to reward you for your kindness. You can draw from the cask for as long as you wish and it will never grow empty. But you must not look in it! Goodbye!"
And off went the troll, back to his family in the hills.
Well Peter Anderson was most surprised and was not sure what to make of it. So he invited all of his friends to his farmhouse and they all pulled themselves a tankard of ale, and another, and another, and soon they were very merry indeed and the cask was still not empty.
The troll had spoken the truth. The cask seemed to be magical and always had golden ale whenever anyone drew from it. The troll's warning was remembered well and nobody ever looked into it.
Unfortunately, a new maid came to work at the farm who was very curious. She was determined to look in the cask to see what was going on, and so one day when the men were out in the fields, she snuck down into the cellar and opened it up. What a fright she had when she saw that it was full of toads! From that moment onwards, there was no more trollbrew, and the farm had to do with making their own ale again."
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