Midt i de dype norske fjellene, var det en liten tømmerhytte.

In the middle of the deep Norwegian mountains, there was a small log cabin.

Eviggrønne trær sto rundt den, som gamle vakter.

Evergreen trees surrounded it, like old guards.

Lars bodde her i ensomhet.

Lars lived here in solitude.

Lars var en spøkefugl, alltid i lekent humør.

Lars was a prankster, always in a playful mood.

Han elsket å tro på troll.

He loved believing in trolls.

En dag, fikk Lars besøk av vennene sine fra byen.

One day, Lars was visited by his friends from the city.

De het Knut, Ida og Jenny.

Their names were Knut, Ida, and Jenny.

De tenkte at en tur til Lars' hytte ville være en god pause fra bylivet.

They thought a trip to Lars' cabin would be a good break from city life.

Men de visste ikke om Lars' spill.

But they didn't know about Lars' tricks.

"Møt meg ved løypeskiltet," sa Lars til vennene sine.

"Meet me at the trail sign," Lars said to his friends.

Skiltet var gammelt, dekket av eikemose.

The sign was old, covered in oak moss.

Men det var ingen vanskelig vei for vennene.

But it wasn't a difficult path for the friends.

Lars hadde en plan for hytten.

Lars had a plan for the cabin.

Han dekorerte den for å virke troll-infisert.

He decorated it to seem troll-infested.

Senger var uorden, kjøkkenutstyr fløt rundt, og et par gamle tresko lå tankeløst.

Beds were disheveled, kitchen utensils floated around, and a pair of old wooden shoes were carelessly lying around.

Da vennene kom, så de trollsporene.

When the friends arrived, they saw the troll tracks.

"Oh!

"Oh!

Hva skjedde her?

What happened here?

Det ser ut som et troll har vært her," sa Ida.

It looks like a troll has been here," said Ida.

Lars smilte lurt og nikket enig.

Lars smiled slyly and nodded in agreement.

Han begynte å fortelle historier om troll som han hadde hørt fra bestefaren sin.

He began to tell stories about trolls that he had heard from his grandfather.

Over de neste dagen, mens de gikk på turer, la Lars forskjellige ting her og der.

Over the next few days, while they went on hikes, Lars placed different things here and there.

En stor pinne, en haug med steiner, rare fotspor.

A large stick, a pile of rocks, strange footprints.

Han fortalte vennene sine at trollene liker å lage sånne ting.

He told his friends that trolls like to make those things.

Vennene hans begynte å lure på om troll virkelig eksisterte.

His friends began to wonder if trolls really existed.

På den siste kvelden, etter eventyret deres, kom en stor overraskelse.

On their last evening, after their adventure, a big surprise came.

Da de kom tilbake til hytten, var det fullt av hårstrå, fotspor og en gåtefull lukt.

When they returned to the cabin, it was filled with strands of hair, footprints, and a mysterious smell.

"Å nei!

"Oh no!

Det ser ut som vi har fått besøk av et troll," sa Lars.

It looks like we have been visited by a troll," said Lars.

Vennene hans ble redde.

His friends became scared.

Skulle de tro på troll nå?

Should they believe in trolls now?

Samme natt stod et stort fjell troll utenfor vinduet.

That same night, a big mountain troll stood outside the window.

Vennene hans skrek høyt!

His friends screamed loudly!

Alle hoppet inn i sengene sine og trakk teppene over hodet.

They all jumped into their beds and pulled the blankets over their heads.

Lars begynte å le.

Lars started laughing.

Han åpnet døren og inn kom en stor, lodden hund med en ledd lommerlykt rundt halsen.

He opened the door and in came a big, furry dog with a LED flashlight around its neck.

"Møt min nye venn Basse," sa Lars.

"Meet my new friend Basse," said Lars.

Vennene hans kunne ikke tro på det!

His friends couldn't believe it!

De begynte å le.

They started laughing.

"Du fikk oss," sa Knut.

"You got us," said Knut.

Alle Lo og spiste kake sammen.

Everyone laughed and ate cake together.

Neste morgen, sa vennene farvel.

The next morning, the friends said goodbye.

De lo under hele turen nedover fjellet.

They laughed the whole way down the mountain.

De ble enige om at hytteturen hadde vært uforglemmelig.

They agreed that the cabin trip had been unforgettable.

Selv om trollene ikke var ekte, så turte de aldri å glemme dem.

Even though the trolls weren't real, they would never forget them.

Og Lars, trengte ikke å overbevise dem lenger.

And Lars didn't need to convince them anymore.

Han visste at vennene hans aldri ville glemme trollene, eller hytten hans langt der oppe i fjellene.

He knew his friends would never forget the trolls, or his cabin up there in the mountains.

De visste at troller kan være veldig ekte, så lenge man har en god venn som kan lage dem.

They knew that trolls can be very real, as long as you have a good friend who can create them.