Handwoven cloth

Saturday, April 23

The boy flies forward in the air.

Below him he could see the East Yettelanta plain, sitting on the back of the goose, counting the number of white chapels that stood in the woods.

In a short while, he counted to fifty.

After that, his mind was a little confused and he couldn't count it.

Almost all farms have huge, white-white two-story buildings that look so magnificent that the boys feel respected.

"There shouldn't be farmers in such a place," he said to himself, "because I haven't seen any farms."

All the geese shouted immediately, "The farmers here live like gentlemen!"

On the plains, the ice and snow have melted, and the work of spring plowing has begun.

"What kind of long-legged crab is crawling in the field?"

The boy asked.

"That's a plow and a cow, it's a plow and a cow."

The geese replied.

The cattle were walking extremely slowly in the fields, and people could hardly see them walking. The geese shouted at them: "You can't walk there next year! You can't walk there next year!"

The oxen were not willing to be outdone. They raised their heads and retorted at the sky, saying, "We do much more work in one hour than you do in your life."

In some places, horses are drawn.

They work more enthusiastic than cows and walk faster than cows.

But the geese couldn't help but tease them.

"Aren't you ashamed of doing the same job as a cow?"

They shouted.

"Don't you feel ashamed of not working, eating and drinking like lazy men?"

The horse mocked them with his neighing sound.

While horses and cattle were working in the fields, the ram walked around the clearings in front of the barn.

He became irritable because he had just been cut.

He knocked the child to the ground, drove the shepherd dog back to the kennel, and then walked around arrogantly, as if he was the owner of the entire manor.

"Grand Ram, Big Ram, how did you do your hair?"

The geese flying over his head asked.

"I gave the wool to the Drag Wool Mill in Norcheping."

The ram answered with a long bleat.

"Great Ram, Big Ram, how did you take your horns?"

The geese asked.

The ram never had any horns, which was his sad thing, so it was like asking him what kind of pot was that he would not open to mention which pot. He felt that it would be better to scold him than to ask him about the horns.

When he heard the geese ask this, he turned around the ground for a few times and then pushed up to the sky, which shows how furious he was.

On the country road, there was a man who drove the Scana piglet, which was just a few weeks old, to go to the countryside for sale.

Although these little pigs trot boldly, they crowded together as if seeking protection.

"No, we left our parents too early.

No, what should we poor little pigs do?"

The piglets cried sharply.

The wild geese have no intention of making fun of these poor little guys.

"Your days will be much better than you think."

When the geese fly over the piglets' heads, they encourage the piglets in this way.

For the geese, there is nothing more comfortable than flying over the plains, so they flew slowly and leisurely, flying from farm to farm, and occasionally making jokes with the poultry and livestock on the ground.

When the boy flew across the plain, he suddenly remembered a legend he heard a long time ago.

He didn't remember this legend very accurately, but it seemed to be a story about a long petticoat, half of which was made of velvet inlaid with gold thread, and the other half was made of gray handmade vermicelli.

But the owner of the petticoat decorated the handmade cloth with many pearls and gemstones, which looked much more gorgeous than the side with gold threads.

When he saw East Yetland under him in the air, he remembered this story about handmade homemade cloth, because East Yetland is a large plain, between two forested areas in the north and the south.

These two woods and high grounds stand there, lush and green, verdant under the light of the morning glow, as if covered with a layer of golden gauze.

The ground that forms the plain is a piece of bare field after piece, which does not look more beautiful than the gray handmade rustic cloth.

But people must be satisfied with this plain, because it is generous and kind, so they try every means to decorate it.

The boy flew in the high sky, and he felt the cities and villages scattered on the plains, churches and factories, castles and train stations, like small ornaments of different sizes.

The roofs and window frames shine with jewel-like light.

Yellow country roads, shiny rails and blue canals, winding like lace circles, spread across the area.

Lincheping City unfolds along the cathedral, like pearls adorn a treasure.

The gardens in the countryside are like small and exquisite brooches and buttons.

This layout without any rules shows a magnificent and magnificent scene that is endless to watch.

The geese left the Oum Mountains and flew east along the Yate Canal.

It also seems like preparing for the arrival of summer.

Workers reinforce the embankment of the canal and paint asphalt on the huge gates.

In order to entertain the spring well, people are busy in various places, and the city is no exception.

There, masons and painters were standing on scaffolding, decorating the outside of the house, while maids were cleaning windows.

On the dock, workers were also busy scrubbing and dressing up sailboats and steamboats.

In the city of Norcheping, the geese left the plains and flew towards Kaulmauden.

For a while, they flew along the ancient mountain road hovering on the cliffs. The boy suddenly screamed. It turned out that he was sitting on the back of a goose, with one foot swinging in the air, and actually threw a wooden shoe down.

"Goose, goose, my shoes fell off!"

The boy shouted.

The male goose turned around and flew toward the ground, and then the boy saw two children walking on the road, one of whom picked up his shoes.

"Goose, goose," the boy shouted excitedly, "Fly up! It's too late.

Now I can't get my shoes back."

On the road below, goose girl Osha and her younger brother Little Mats were watching a small wooden shoe falling from the sky.

The goose girl Osa stood silently for a long time, full of confusion about the shoe she had just discovered.

Finally she said slowly and thoughtfully: "Little Matz, do you remember that when we passed by Everde's Abbey, we heard people from a local farm saying that they had seen a little elf wearing leather pants and wooden shoes on his feet, like someone else working?

Do you remember when we came to Witskfrey, a girl told us that she saw an elf, wearing wooden shoes, flying away on the back of a goose?

And when we returned to our hometown cabin, Little Mats, we also saw a little elf dressed in the same clothes. He also climbed onto the back of the goose and flew away?

It is very likely that this same man, riding on the back of a goose, dropped his wooden shoes off."

"Yes, this must be what it is."

said Match Jr.

They turned over the small wooden shoes and observed them carefully, because they didn't encounter the elves' wooden shoes falling on the road every day.

"Wait, wait, little Mats!"

Osa, the girl who put goose, said, “There are some words written on this side of the shoe.”

"Ah, it's true! But the words are too small."

"Let me see! It says: Niels Hogelson from Westwinman Hog."

"This is really a wonderful thing I have never heard of!"
Chapter completed!