The Three Dwarfs

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Once upon a time in a country forgotten long, long ago, there was a little village. The village were situated in the deepest wood you could ever
imagine! To get to the village you had to go climb over seven mountains, and swim over the three rivers and then of course walk through
the deep forest.

As you can imagine it wasn´t all that easy to get to the little village, but that didn´t matter because there where never any visitors there, no one
outside the deep wood, the three rivers and the seven mountains knew about the little village anyway.

The people who lived there had everything that they needed, and lived a happy life in their little village. The years passed on as they always had
done, spring went to summer and so on, but one day everything suddenly changed, when the old wise man of the village went out into the deep forest to pick some mushrooms. Well out in the forest he saw the finest mushrooms you could ever imagine. He was just about to pick one when three little blue dwarfs with white hats, not larger than his own thumb showed up! The dwarfs jumped up on the old mans nose, and one of them said: Please don´t pick those mushrooms its mine and my friends little houses. The dwarf told the old man that he could show him another place where he could pick other vegetables that were "almost" as nice as these ones, but the old man ignored the dwarfs and shook him of his nose! He leaned forward to pick on of the mushrooms, then the dwarfs had come on his feet again and quickly jumped up on the largest mushroom that the old man was about to pick. One of the dwarfs opened his little mouth and talked with an upset and angry voice: I give you one last chance, if you destroy our homes hundred years of bad luck and disaster will strike your village. Then he and the other two dwarfs disappeared out of sight in less than a second. The old man held up for a while he thought about what the little dwarf hadsaid, but after a considering the problem for a little while he said to himself "what can that little dwarf do to me and my village. If he hadmagical power he had been something to worry about but such things only happens in fairytales".

He then went on picking the mushrooms. Later that day he returned to his village to get some more people to help him bring home all of the food.
It took several weeks to bring the food back to the village, but when they were finished with that it was late autumn and the temperature quickly dropped to sub zero temperatures. Unusually cold for this time of year, the winters in the little village used to be quite warm with a lot of snow that
the children could play with. As it got colder and colder the old man whom almost had forgotten what the little dwarfs said suddenly began to think of it again. He couldn´t get the words out of his head, and he began to get real worried. But nothing happened that winter; it was just unusually cold, so after that he thought no more of the dwarfs threat.

But everything wasn´t as it should be, as the years passed on the little village´s luck began to change. The harvests began to fail; there were several strange deaths. One day when the old man got out of his house he couldn´t se any other house, all houses were gone! He began to walk down the hillside that once were the main street, then suddenly he heard a strange crunching noise from under his foot; it sounded like when you break a wood stick. He quickly lifted his foot to se what he had stepped on, and then he sawit! He saw th...