There is a forest that I liked very much when I was young and green.
There was a stone where the stream turned to the left and flowed down to the lake.
The stone was gray and so smooth that after the rain it became so slippery.
The stone was big, 2 meters long, and it was completely normal.
Trollskog - It wasn't a real troll forest.
It was far from a troll forest, or no ordinary one spruce forest.
Many times I went out into the forest, always to the same stone.
I sat on the stone and recognized every single tree, every single branch.
When darkness fell, the surrounding forest took on a completely new character.
It was a strange stone, because it always started moving when the evening came.
Enchanted forest - It wasn't a real enchanted forest.
It was far from an enchanted forest, or none ordinary spruce forest.
The last time I sat on the stone and thought.
Then I was thrown off, when something under the stone exploded.
The stone had fallen, the grass was burnt and it smelled of gas.< br/>And under the stone there was nothing left but a big, black hole.
Trollskog - It wasn't a real troll forest.
It was far from a troll forest, or no ordinary spruce forest.
Trollskog - It wasn't a real troll forest.
It was far from a troll forest, or no ordinary...
Trollskog - It wasn't a real troll forest.
It was far from a troll forest, or no ordinary spruce forest.

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