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Once upon a time there was a hen who had flown up into an oak tree to roost for the night. During the night she dreamed that unless she went to Dovrefjeld, the whole world would come to an end. So down she hopped and set off at once. When she had gone a little way, she met a cock. “Good day, Hane Pane,” said the hen. “Good day, Høne Pøne. Where are you going so early?” said the cock. “Oh, I’m going to Dovrefjeld, so the whole world won’t come to an end,” said the hen. “Who told you that, Høne Pøne?” said the cock. “I was sitting in the oak tree and dreamed it last night,” said the hen. “I’ll come along with you,” said the cock. So they walked a long way, and then they met a duck.

“Good day, Ande Vande,” said the cock. “Good day, Hane Pane. Where are you going so early?” said the duck. “I’m going to Dovrefjeld, so the whole world won’t come to an end,” said the cock.

“Who told you that, Hane Pane?” “Høne Pøne,” said the cock. “Who told you that, Høne Pøne?” said the duck. “I was sitting in the oak tree and dreamed it last night,” said the hen. “I’ll come along,” said the duck. So off they went, and when they had gone a little farther, they met a gander. “Good day, Gasse Vasse,” said the duck.

“Good day, Ande Vande,” said the gander. “Where are you going so early?” “I’m going to Dovrefjeld, so the whole world won’t come to an end,” said the duck. “Who told you that, Ande Vande?” said the gander.

“Hane Pane.” “Who told you that, Hane Pane?” “Høne Pøne.” “How do you know that, Høne Pøne?” said the gander. “I was sitting in the oak tree and dreamed it last night, Gasse Vasse,” said the hen. “I’ll come too,” said the gander. When they had gone a little farther, they met a fox. “Good day, Ræv Skræv,” said the gander. “Good day, Gasse Vasse.” “Where are you off to, Ræv Skræv?” “Where are you going, Gasse Vasse?” “I’m going to Dovrefjeld, so the whole world won’t come to an end,” said the gander.

“Who told you that, Gasse Vasse?” said the fox. “Ande Vande.” “Who told you that, Ande Vande?” “Hane Pane.” “Who told you that, Hane Pane?” “Høne Pøne.” “How do you know that, Høne Pøne?” “I was sitting in the oak tree and dreamed last night that unless we get to Dovrefjeld, the whole world will come to an end,” said the hen. “Oh, nonsense,” said the fox. “The whole world won’t come to an end just because you don’t get there. No, come home with me to my den instead. That’s much better, for it’s nice and warm there.” So they followed the fox home to his den, and when they got there, the fox built up a roaring fire until they all grew sleepy. The duck and the gander settled down in a corner, but the cock and the hen flew up onto a perch. Once the gander and the duck were fast asleep, the fox took the gander, laid him on the embers, and roasted him. The hen caught a smell of burning; she hopped up onto a higher perch and said, half asleep, “Ugh, what a stink! What a stink!” “Oh, nonsense,” said the fox. “It’s only the smoke coming down the chimney. Go to sleep and hold your tongue!” So the hen fell asleep again. No sooner had the fox eaten the gander than he did the same to the duck: he took her, laid her on the embers, roasted her, and began to eat. Then the hen woke again and hopped up onto a higher perch. “Ugh, what a stink! What a stink!” she said, and this time she opened her eyes and saw that the fox had eaten them both, the gander and the duck. So she flew up onto the highest perch and sat there peering up the chimney. “Oh, look at all those lovely geese flying up there!” she said to the fox. Out rushed Mikkel to fetch himself a fat bird to roast. Then she woke the cock and told him what had happened to Gasse Vasse and Ande Vande. So Hane Pane and Høne Pøne flew out through the chimney, and if they hadn’t reached Dovrefjeld, it would surely have been the end of the whole world.