Scotland's Storybook: stories in English (1.1 - Education Scotland
Scotland's Storybook: stories in English (1.1 - Education Scotland
Scotland's Storybook: stories in English (1.1 - Education Scotland
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Mallie as she opened the door. There stood a t<strong>in</strong>y man dressed <strong>in</strong> grey, and with<br />
a grey hat on his head. His whiskers bristled, and his dark eyes sparkled with<br />
mischief, and Mallie knew that this must be a hill trow, as the fairy folk are<br />
called <strong>in</strong> Shetland.<br />
‘I’m an old man <strong>in</strong> need of food and shelter,’ said the trow, ‘can I come <strong>in</strong>?’<br />
‘I’m sorry old man,’ said Mallie, ‘but I’m afraid that you’ve picked the wrong<br />
house, for I have no food to give you. Maybe you could try another house?’<br />
‘I’m an old man,’ said the trow, ‘and I’m very tired from walk<strong>in</strong>g. I’ll take my<br />
chances here.’<br />
‘Come <strong>in</strong>, come <strong>in</strong>,’ said Mallie, ‘and take a seat by the fire and warm<br />
yourself.’<br />
She put more peats on the fire and made the trow comfortable.<br />
The trow looked around the t<strong>in</strong>y house, and he saw the four bairns peer<strong>in</strong>g<br />
bleary-eyed at him from the foot of the bed.<br />
‘Come on woman,’ said the trow, ‘you must have someth<strong>in</strong>g to eat <strong>in</strong> the<br />
house.’<br />
‘Well, I’ll try,’ said Mallie.<br />
She went over to the empty meal girnal and she took a knife and scraped the<br />
sides of it to remove any flour dust still stick<strong>in</strong>g to it. She gathered together a<br />
small pile of flour, dust, cobwebs and wood shav<strong>in</strong>gs and she carefully gathered<br />
them up <strong>in</strong>to a cup. She took this over to the empty barrel that had conta<strong>in</strong>ed<br />
the br<strong>in</strong>e that the herr<strong>in</strong>g had been pickled <strong>in</strong>, and she poured a small amount<br />
of the pickle onto the flour and dust and she mixed it <strong>in</strong>to a paste before<br />
carefully divid<strong>in</strong>g it <strong>in</strong>to six equal parts; one for the trow, one each for her four<br />
children and one for herself. The trow stared at this disgust<strong>in</strong>g substance, more<br />
like wallpaper paste than food, and he said:<br />
‘Is this all you have?’<br />
‘Yes,’ said Mallie sadly, ‘this is the only food <strong>in</strong> this house, and tomorrow we<br />
won’t even have this much to eat.’<br />
The trow scratched his head, and then he cheered up a bit, say<strong>in</strong>g,<br />
‘Ah, but you’ll have a f<strong>in</strong>e drop of home brewed ale to wash this stuff down<br />
with?’<br />
‘No, I’m sorry,’ said Mallie, ‘I have no barley for malt to make ale, but there is<br />
good sweet water from the well.’<br />
‘Ugh! No thank you!’ said the trow, ‘I never touch the stuff.’<br />
‘I told you that you had picked the wrong house,’ said Mallie, ‘but at least<br />
you will be warm tonight, as I have plenty of peats to burn, so don’t be cold.’<br />
With that she retired to bed with the bairns, and left the trow sitt<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the<br />
chair by the fire.<br />
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