Strange things still happen in Búdardal. Once I was walking along the mainstreet in Búdardal. Kogga, a friend of mine, an artist, who lived there for couple of years, once said how strang it was to be a bum in a small place like that, with only one street. As I was walking I suddenly got a pain in one of my toes. I sat down on the side of the road and took off my socks and shoes and murmured: What can be the matter with this toe of mine? Then comes a little mouse out of her hole saying: The dream is about to come true, this is the sign of death. And she slips back into the hole. I look at my foot and see that a little pink toe has grown between the smallest and the second smallest toe. Then it changes, it turns grey and hairy and becomes loose and turns into a mouse. It runs into the mousehole and there is an explosion (boom) and the hole collapses.
Somebody who believed in death had mad a kind of underground mortuary. he summons his family, a ten year old daughter and wife, and decides that now their time has come. They crawl down into the mortuary, consisting first of a long narrow passage and then a room where the manęs parents are already lying. There they sit down and the daughter complains of a smell of rot, but the man hushes her up. His parents, whilst in some stage of decay, are still alive and taking part in the conversation. One day deathęs messenger comes to them announcing that now death is master of the earth and that they are to go back. All of them obey and they are received with ceremony on the surface of the earth. They are ordered to stand in a row in front of a stage closed with a red curtain. The curtain opens and an execution squad is on the stage.
Once there was a little bird, very curious to see what was up with the fellow with a drawing pad. Therefore he sat on a pole beside him and looked over his shoulder. What is he doing? he asked himself. Well! If he isnęt drawing a picture of me! Yes, it is a picture of me he said and flew away before the man had finished the drawing.
Then I hooked my horns to his horns and we moved in circles around each other. Then I lost my feet and fell, he fell also as our horns were hooked together. We rolled a long way along roads and tracts, we finally stopped down on a beach and were on the very verge of falling into the sea. It may well be said that the fortune was on our side as neither of us could swim. So there we stood hooked together by the horns. The sun went down.