Little Frikk is a small boy young who gets three wishes from a troll.
The tale found in 19 countries, and this version is the traditional Norwegian as told. Asbjørnsen and Moe. The two Norwegian folklore collectors Peter Christen Asbjørnsen and Jørgen Moe. They collected what, over-time, the present most famous Norwegian folk tales and are called Asbjørnsen and Moe’s folk tales. Asbjørnsen collected fairy tales and legends from the mid-1830s and began collaborating with Jørgen Moe in 1837. The results of their fundraising trips were presented in Norwegian folk tales, collected by P. Chr. Asbjørnsen and Jørgen Moe, published in booklets from December 1841. It was an event in Norwegian intellectual life and garnered international recognition. The principle was «Tell as the People». As most fairy tales tell the ideal world of its present time, little Frikk is no exception.
What makes it hilariously ironic and funny is that we are experiencing the same situation today, except it might not be ideal for giving away money today even when you got almost nothing. Wishful thinking perhaps that fairness, being kind and helpful even when almost broked would give back. As Little Frikk is small because lack of food on the table makes is housebound work for others as they cannot afford to have Little Frikk home. The only one since he is known to be complicated by the common, the only one who takes him is the local police chief or sheriff. It is important to remember that in the fairytales, the local police officer translates to The State.
The salary Vesle Frikk gets is three shillings, one for each year served. Since Vesle Frikk came in fresh clothes but after served three years, he asks for compensation since his clothes are only rags. Nevertheless, The State will not give him more is the pension plan lacking, Vesle Frikk worn out physically and without anything to wear. It is something well experience now by the less fortunate and elderly left behind. The fairytales put modernism with its democracy, capitalism and corruption for fall, as Vesle Frikk gets three wishes from a troll since he is of such ideal. With the three wishes given by the troll, Vesle Frikk pokes fun at the State, police, politicians and authoritarian, misusing their power. It might be our time to do as Little Frikk and fight back the values almost lost Liberté, égalité, fraternité. Viva la Revolution!
The fairytale below translated from Norwegian into English; some words cannot found in the vocabulary.
- Finnmut is the skin of reindeer used in sledges to protect the cold winds in the wintertime.
- Scribe and fut translated writer and judge.
Ivo Caprino Norway missed a great opportunity, claimed Arne Hestenes of Dagbladet, when Little Frick and the Fiddle was not sent to the Cannes Film Festival in May 1952.
Little Frick and the Fiddle
There was once a housebound who had an only son. The boy was frail and in poor health, so he could not bear to go to work. His name was Frikk, and he was also a little boy, so they called him Veslefrikk At home, there was little to bite and break. So his father went out into the village and wanted to attach him to a shepherd or a song boy. But no one wanted his boy before he came to the sheriff; he was to take him, as of recently chased his wise boy, and no one wanted him, for he had words to be a cormorant. It was better than nothing, the housekeeper though, he got the food then, because, with the sheriff, he was to earn for the food; and wages and clothing not mentioned.
But when the boy had been there for three years, he wanted to leave, and then the sheriff gave him his entire salary at once. He was to have one shilling for the year; it could not be less, said the sheriff; then he got three shillings in all. Veslefrikk probably thought it was significant because he had never owned so much, but he asked if he should have nothing more. ” You have received more than you should have,” said the sheriff.“Shall I not have any clothes then?” said Veslefrikk. “What I had when I came here, I have worn off, and I have not got anything back,” and now he was so ragged that the rags hung and slang around him, he said. “Once you have received what we have agreed on, and three shillings, I have no more with you,” said the sheriff. But he would then be allowed to go out into the kitchen and get some food in his lunch box, and then he would go on the city road and buy clothes. He was both merry and happy, for he had never seen a penny before, and just as it was, he felt if he had all three of them.
Meeting the poor man
When he had gone far and farther than far, he had entered a narrow valley with high mountains on all sides, so that he did not think there was any way to get there; began to wonder what might be on the other side of these mountains, and how he should get over. But he had to get up, and so he set off; he had little energy and had to rest from time to time, and then calculated according to how much money he had. When he reached the highest, it was nothing but a great moss-fly; there he sat down to see if his shillings left, and before knew it, a poor man came to him, so big and tall that the boy started screaming when as seeing how big and long he was.
“Do not be afraid,” said the poor man, “I do not harm you, I only ask for a penny in the name of God!” “Carry me,” said the boy, “I have only three shillings, and I was going to the city to buy clothes for them,” he said.“It is worse for me than for you,” said the poor man; “I have no penny, and I’m even more ragged than you.” “Yes, then you can have it then,” said the boy.
After walking for a while, he got tired and sat down to rest again. When he looked up, there was a poor man there, but he was even bigger and uglier than the first, and when the boy got to see how ugly and tall he was, he started screaming.
“Do not be afraid of me, I do not harm you; I only ask for a penny in the name of God,” said the poor man. “Carry me so true,” said the boy; “I only have two shillings, and I’m going to town to buy clothes for them, had I met you before, then -.” “It is worse for me than for you,” said the poor man; “I have no penny and bigger body and smaller clothes.” Yes, then you can have it then,” said the boy.
Then he walked again for a while until he got tired, and sat down and rested, and sat down, a poor man came to him also; but so big and ugly and tall, that the boy looked up and up until looked straight up to the sky, and saw how ugly and ragged, he started screaming.
“Do not be afraid of me, you, my boy,” said the man; “I do not harm you, for I am only a poor man asking for a penny in the name of God.” “Carry me, so true,” said Veslefrikk, “I have only one shilling left, and I will go to town and buy clothes for it; if I had met you before, then -.” Yes, I have no penny, and bigger body and smaller clothes, so it’s worse for me than for you,” said the poor man. “Then he got the penny then,” said Veslefrikk, there was no advice for that.
The three wishes
]For then each had him, none, since you have such a good heart that you have given away all that you eight,” said the poor man, “then I will give you a wish for every penny.” – it was the same poor man who had got them all three; he had only changed each time, so the boy could not recognize him.
He has always had such a crush on hearing the fiddle song, and seeing that people were so cheerful and happy that they danced,” said the boy, “so – may I wish what I want, then I will wish myself a fiddle, which is so that all who have life must dance to it, “he said. He was to get it, but it was a fragile wish, said the poor man; “you will wish better for the other pennies.”
“I have always had such a desire to hunt and shoot,” said Veslefrikk, “then I may want what I want, then I will want a rifle, which is such that I hit everything I aim for if it is never so far gone.” He was to get it, but it was a fragile wish, said the poor man; “you will wish better for the last penny.”
“I have always wanted to be in teams with people who were kind and kind-hearted,” said Veslefrikk, “so I got what I wanted, I wanted it so that no one can deny me the first thing I ask for.” That wish was not so frail,” said the poor man, and then he strode in between the mounds and disappeared, and the boy went to sleep, and the next day he came down from the mountain with the Fiddle and the rifle and the say.
Little Frikk meeting the husband he served
First, he went to the country merchant and asked for clothes, and on one farm he asked for a horse, and on another, he asked for a sleigh, and somewhere he asked for finnmut, and there was no getting for him; if there were never such big pinches, they had to give him what he asked. And eventually travelled through the village like a stately stork and had both a horse and a sleigh. When little Frikk had travelled some distance, he met the sheriff with whom he had served.
“Good day, husband,” said Veslefrikk with the Fiddle, stopped and greeted. “Good day,” said the sheriff; “Have I been your husband?” he asked. “Yes, do you not remember that I served with you for three years for three shillings?” said Veslefrikk. “You world, so you have recovered in a hurry then,” said the sheriff. “How did you become such a big man?” “Oh, that was it,” said the little one. “Are you so voluptuous that you risk fiddling too?” said the sheriff. “Yes, I’ve had a hard time getting people to dance,” said the boy; “but the most generous thing I have is this rifle here,” he said; “for it falls mostly all that I point to it with if it is never so far away. Do you see the shear that sits in the spruce over there?” said Veslefrikk. “What are you saying, that I’m pinching it here we are?” he said.
The sheriff would like if it were to be, to put a horse and a farm and a hundred dales on that he was not good at; but he would then put all the money he had on him, and would fetch it when it fell; for he never thought it possible to go that far with any rifle. But as soon as it narrowed, the skerry fell into a large cluster cart, and the sheriff stroked up the cart after and picked it up and gave it to the boy.’ At the same time, Veslefrikk let him strike the Fiddle, and the sheriff danced so that the thorns tore at him; and the boy played, and the sheriff danced and cried and prayed for himself until the rags flew off him and he had almost no thread on him. “Yes, now I think you are as ragged as I was when I left the service with you,” said the boy, “so now you must get away with it;” but first, the sheriff had to give him what he had promised not to hit the shear.
Little Frikk arrives thew town
When the boy came to town, he went into an inn. He played, and those who came there danced, and he lived both merrily and well; there was no sorrow for him, for no one could say no to the first thing he asked. But as they were at their best, the guards came and were to drag the boy to the council chamber, for the sheriff had complained about him and said that he had assaulted him and plundered him and almost killed him, and now he was to be hanged; it was not to pray. But Veslefrikk could afford all the trouble he had, and that was the Fiddle. He began to play on it, and then the guards had to dance until they lay there and gaped. Then they sent soldiers and guards on the road. But it did not go better than with the guards; when Veslefrikk brought out the Fiddle, they had to dance, as long as he could make it sound; but they were ready long before.
Little Frikk captured and sentences
At last, they lurked for him and took him while he slept at night, and when they had got him, sentence, hanged immediately, and it was off to the gallows at once. A crowd of people crowded to see this wonder, and the sheriff was also there, and he was so happy that he should get his money and skin right and know that they hung him
‘But it did not go fast; Veslefrikk frail to walk. And he became frailer; he also took the Fiddle and the rifle with him, it was no good to get them from him, and came to the gallows and was about to climb the ladder, he rested for each step. At the top sat down and asked if they could deny him a wish if he could not be allowed one thing: he wanted so badly to sing a song and play a game on the Fiddle before they hung him. – No, it was both a sin and a shame to deny him that”, they said; there was no, no to what he asked. But the sheriff prayed for God’s sake that they should not allow him to sip on a string. Otherwise, it was out with them all; should the boy be allowed to play, they had to tie him to the birch that stood there.
Veslefrikk was not late to get the Fiddle to sing, and everyone who was there, to dance, both those who went on two and those who went on four, both dean and priest, scribe and fut, and sheriff and master and dogs and pigs. They danced and laughed and shouted at each other; some danced until they lay dead; some danced until they fainted. It went wrong with them all, but it was worst with the sheriff, for he stood girded to the birch and danced and cut large pieces of his back on it. No one thought of doing anything with Veslefrikk, and he was allowed to go to the stock exchange and say Fiddle as he wished, and he probably lived all his days because no one could say no to the first thing he asked.