Welcome to another adventure from the Thousand Acre Woods deep within Trollheim of the NJ Pine Belt! Tales Chronicled by Jonathan Hulton. Today's tale I share the story when Karl tried getting out of paying Angrboda and is tricked into paying her.

 

"Mom, I need a way to get even with Karl again," yells Angrboda as she busts in the house, dropping her firewood.

"What now." Helgi answers without missing a stitch.

"I sold him that dragon I hatched in the eagle's nest from the gold coin"

"Let me guess, you delivered it before he paid you?"

"He was going to pay me a hundred and twenty-five pounds of datura for my shamanic journeys; I didn't want to lose that opportunity; the price was too"

"Too good to be true..."

"Yes."

"So you want to have me help to get your money back?"

"Yes..."

Karl and Gramps were helping Pop-Pops shape some pitch pines above the Disappearing Pond in Trollheim when Helgi and her daughter found them.

"Karl, Angroboda says you owe her for that dragon you have!" Helgi says with her nose in his face.

"I owe her nothing; I got this dragon from Bjorn's wealthy friend, Olaf!"

At this point, even though Gramps was best friends with Karl, he was placing himself behind Karl to be ready to ring his neck if he dared threaten his granddaughter and daughter-in-law. Pop-Pops swung into the air when Gramps let go of the rope he was helping him with.

"She says you owe her four hundred pounds of datura!"

"She lies!" yells back Karl as he throws his shoulder into Helgi.

Gramp lifts him from behind. "I never said that much; it was a hundred and twenty-five pounds!" retorts Karl without thinking.

'"So you have proven us both liars, old crooked path, for she told me one hundred and twenty-five pounds," Helgi says with a smile.

Gramps took Karl to his field, where he forced him to pay his granddaughter.

 

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