Olaf and Friends - Yulia Vladimirovna Solodovnikova

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      Chapter 1. A Secret in the Forest named Olaf

      Once upon a time, under a big old oak next to the Forest Lake, there lived one kind elf named Olaf.

      Olaf was a relatively young elf—he was just 188 years old and soon he would go to school and learn about magic. Meanwhile, he spent his days reading books that his parents and grandparents gave him. Olaf missed his relatives who now lived in a faraway forest. The young elf decided to live closer to the Forest Lake. This lake was magical and elves often called it The Mirror Lake. It reflected all the stars at night, all the clouds, and everyone who looked into the lake.

      One day, a Cloud flew to the lake to see how she looked. But in the Mirror Lake she only saw a big, dark gray cloud. The cloud started crying. As soon as the tear drops fell into the water, the cloud could no longer see her reflection and she cried even more. Do you remember a really big rain not long ago, my little friend? It was our sad cloud.

      Olaf loved his lake and often went fishing. When he sat by the lake with a rod, spending long hours looking at the bobber, he dreamt about a journey to faraway lands across big seas and oceans. Olaf wanted to go to a place where he can see elephants, giraffes, and hippos. He dreamt about sea waves and imagined how marvelous it would be to look into the stars in the night sky that are reflected in the eternal expanse of the Mirror Lake.

      Olaf’s thoughts were sometimes interrupted by fish hitting the bobber. When the bobber starts moving, it means that the fish is about to swallow the bait. But Olaf was too late to strike the rod and let the fish go. The fishing hook was empty but Olaf tried again. But he couldn’t stop thinking about adventures.

      Long ago, Olaf had built a ship with oars. The ship only missed three sailing masts that could be made from tall straight pine trees.

      The bobber went underwater again… But again Olaf was too late. “Let it go,” said Olaf, sadly replacing the bait.

      In the silence that you can only have when fishing, you can hear many things that cannot be noticed in everyday life. In one of those silences while watching the bobber, Olaf heard two birds flying above his head. As any other creature living in the forest, Olaf understood the language of animals and birds. The two martins that Olaf heard talked about a sad lonely cow that they saw when flying above the fields. The cow strayed away from her herd and was left alone in the meadow.

      Olaf completely forgot about fishing, quickly picked up his belongings, and ran to rescue the cow. There were not many meadows in the area where you could find a herd of cows, so Olaf in a quick and firm manner went into the direction from where the martins flew. The elf was worried about the cow—he was afraid that wolves could attack her. Also, it was the time to milk the cow as it was in the early morning.

      Soon Olaf came to the meadow and found the cow. She was really scared.

      The polite elf in a calm voice introduced himself:

      “I am Olaf, the forest elf. I will take you home. What is your name? And where do you live?”

      “My name is Biggy Moo, and I live in the village,” said the cow after she calmed down a little bit.

      “What do the houses in your village look like?”

      “All the houses in my village have roofs made of red tile. The farmers I live with have a blue house that is in the very far end of the village,” said Biggy Moo after she was calm again.

      “I know this village,” said Olaf, which made Biggy Moo very happy. “But why didn’t they find you? They probably looked for you when you got lost.”

      “I was eating really tasty meadow grass and sometimes found sweet berries—probably, wild strawberries. I didn’t find any more berries closer to the forest, and did not notice how I left the meadow. Probably, it was when the shepherd and farmers were looking for me. When it got darker, I realized that I need to go back but no one was here.”

      Olaf took the cow by the bell so that he would not attract much attention, and took the cow to the village. They quickly passed the forest trails and came to the village of Biggy Moo. The cow immediately recognized her house and hurried to the gate that were open. Biggy Moo asked Olaf to go inside:

      “I will always be happy to give you some milk or something tasty.”

      “See you, Biggy Moo!” said Olaf and waved his hand.

      After Olaf left, he heard how happy were the farmers when they saw their favorite cow. Olaf smiled and thought: “Maybe I did not catch any fish but I did a good deed!” When the elf returned home, he had some oatmeal for breakfast and decided to take a little nap…

      Chapter 2. How Olaf the Elf Met Yessy the Coon in the Pine Tree Forest

      The time had come to go and find some tall pine trees for the ship. In the forest where Olaf lived you could only find broadleaved trees but for a good sailing mast you need to use tall and straight pine trees. It was the early summer. The weather was warm both during the day and at night. For the trip, Olaf took only the most important things: an axe, matches, and a raincoat. The elf heard about the pine tree forest from an owl who lived not far from his house.

      “My relatives live in the pine tree forest,” said the owl. “It is a forest with tall pine and Christmas trees and very special air.”

      Olaf couldn’t wait to go the forest, to breathe this air and to find the best sailing masts for his ship. Before the trip, he decided to stop by the owl’s house once again and double check the directions with all the turns that would be ahead.

      “Thank you, owl, I wrote everything down just in case, so I would not get lost,” Olaf exclaimed before setting off.

      Have a wonderful trip, Olaf!” said the owl and waved her wing.

      From the beginning, the road seemed very interesting.

      As soon as Olaf came to an unknown place, he met a very peculiar coon. The coon’s behavior was a little strange and Olaf could not resist paying attention to him. The coon was looking for something in one place, and, then, he ran to the opposite side and started digging again. Olaf was interested in how it all would end. The coon very soon got tired, sat on the ground, and started crying. Olaf came to him and asked, “Why are you so sad?”

      “I lost…,” said the discouraged coon.

      “Lost what?”

      “It!”

      “It what?” Olaf did not understand.

      “The whistle.”

      “What whistle?”

      “The magic whistle.”

      “What do you mean ‘magic whistle?’”

      “When you blow this whistle you can control the air.”

      “Why do you need it?”

      “Why don’t you understand?” The coon seemed surprised. “In the village there are houses, on their roofs there are these things that start spinning as soon as the wind starts blowing,” he explained.

      “Windmills?” Olaf interjected.

      “Probably.”

      Though Olaf did not really understand the importance of the coon’s whistle, he still decided to help him find it.

      “Are you sure that you lost it somewhere here?” asked Olaf.

      “I’m not sure,” sighed the coon.

      “When was the last time you saw the whistle? Was it somewhere nearby?”

      “In my opinion, but I’m

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