Ludvig Schytte: Eventyr,

0:00 (The lighter). There came a soldier marching along the Road. one two, one two!. He had his torso on his back and a saber on his side. 1:26 (The little Klaus and the big Klaus). Hussa! Where little Claus slammed with his whip over all 5 horses, they were how basically his on that day. Hussa, all my horses! 3:19 (The flowers of little Ida). “My poor flowers are withered!“, said little Ida. “They were so nice yesterday evening, now all flowers are hanging, completely withered! Why?“ 5:11 (The naughty boy). There was an old poet, like, a good and old poet. Some evening he sat in his home, there was a terrible storm outside; the rain was falling heavily, but the poet sat there, warm and nice at his oven, where the fire was burning and the apples sizzled. 7:10 (The ugly young little duck). It was beautiful on the land. Summer, corn was yellow, hay was stacked up in the barn down there, and the stork was walking with his long red legs and babbl