Chapter 1
When her father came in running and also running got downstairs, Sigrid’s first though was that he had a bad belly ache, but the sounds that came up from the toilet made her curiosity win over her sense of privacy. Obviously, her little sister was at her heels.
“Da, why are there dwarves coming out of our toilet?”
The question was as absurd as the situation.
“Will they bring us luck?”
Asked always optimistic Tilda, under the roar of bad humoured dwarves popping up from the simple wooden toilet seat and complaining in rough tones. The girl holding a ragdoll in front of her as if it were a kind of shield couldn’t help but notice an almost beardlessdwarf struggling to haul himself out of the wooden seat, and hurried to help him out of the tight wooden hole while her older sister ran to find their unexpected guests dry clothes that would fit them.
Paler than Tilda would deem healthy, the dwarf thanked her, gripping his thigh with a hand whilst propping himself on a post with the other.It was the first time in her life that she looked upon a dwarf – a real dwarf, not a drawing of sorts, and they truly scared her.
