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2) Little Matt<br />

Once a workingman, who was called Matt, went to the forest to chop [wood], and then<br />

a big woman, dressed like a damsel, came and wanted that man to start wooing her. He<br />

didn’t want to agree to that, but when he didn’t get rid <strong>of</strong> her, he did as she wished.<br />

When he was to go home, she took his axe and drove it into the rock and said: “you<br />

won’t get it until your son comes and brings it to you”. Thus he had to go home without<br />

the axe. When the time had come, that woman gave birth to a boy, whom she, in<br />

contrast to his father, who was also called Matt, called Little Matt. As fifteen years had<br />

passed, the mother said to her boy to pull up his father’s axe from the rock and go with<br />

it to his father, and he would recognize him when he got to see his axe, for she thought<br />

he would surely have time to feed him now, when she had fed him for fifteen years.<br />

<strong>The</strong> boy did as she asked and pulled up the axe and went to his father. As he got to see<br />

the axe, he recognized it, and then he recognized his son as well. He received him, but<br />

he ate so much that no-one could manage to feed him. When he had spent some time<br />

with his father, he said to him: “I can’t manage to feed you, here is a royal estate, I’ll go<br />

and ask if the king doesn’t have some work for you”. He did as he said [he would] and<br />

went to the royal estate. When he arrived and stated his business, the king said: “I<br />

don’t really need any men, but I have an ox that no-one can drive, he’ll be allowed to<br />

drive it”. When Little Matt came to the royal estate he got to sit at the table with the<br />

other farm-hands and eat before they went into the forest for some firewood. As he sat<br />

down to eat, he ate for so long that the other farm-hands had time to go to the forest<br />

and come back with the firewood, while he was still sitting and eating. When he<br />

looked out the window and perceived the other farm-hands were home from the forest,<br />

he got angry, went yoking the ox and left for the forest. As he arrived, he chopped<br />

[down] the largest tree he could find. While he was just in the midst <strong>of</strong> chopping, a<br />

bear came and tore his ox to pieces. As Little Matt saw that, he rushed thither and<br />

killed the bear and threw it onto the sleigh and put the ox on top too, and pulled the<br />

whole load home. When he came home, he went to the king and said that a forest cat<br />

had come and torn his ox to pieces. “Well, it’s no big deal, since you have a bear as payment”,<br />

the king thought. When some time had passed, the king started to go around<br />

grieving and [he] looked sad and sorrowful. Eventually Little Matt asked what was the<br />

matter with him, when he was so sorrowful. “Why should you be able to give me advice<br />

if I were to tell [you] why I’m sorrowful”, the king answered him. Little Matt<br />

thought he might as well tell [him], who knows if he wouldn’t be able to help him.<br />

<strong>The</strong>n the king said he had strife with an enemy, who was stronger than he. “I’ll certainly<br />

go against him”, Little Matt thought. <strong>The</strong> king agreed to the matter. <strong>The</strong>n they<br />

prepared food for him for the journey: a storehouse <strong>of</strong> bread, and another <strong>of</strong> butter.<br />

<strong>The</strong>n Little Matt took one on each shoulder, and that branch he fetched from the forest<br />

in his hand, and he was <strong>of</strong>f to war. When he arrived and the warriors saw him, they<br />

didn’t know what it was. <strong>The</strong>y saw two storehouses gliding forward, but nothing more.<br />

Eventually Little Matt sat down, and laid the storehouses on the road and started eating.<br />

While he was eating, they began shooting at him, but he just ate and shouted that<br />

they shouldn’t throw refuse into his butter. When they didn’t stop shooting, Little Matt<br />

gripped his staff and went there and killed a great multitude <strong>of</strong> them, and the others<br />

fled. <strong>The</strong>n he put the storehouses on his back and wandered <strong>of</strong>f home with the branch<br />

<strong>Genre</strong>, Parody, Chronotopes and Novelization: the Wonder Tales <strong>of</strong> Johan Alén

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