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In a small farm in Norway there lived a young man and his wife who loved each other very much.  But if you could see them at home, it may not be so easy to tell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One day when the husband came home, he did not like what he saw.  \u201cThis place is a mess!\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat do you expect?\u201d said his wife. \u201cThere is yarn to spin and dinner to make.  Our house is small, and we have a baby to watch.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt looks like the cow walked right through here!\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat if she did?\u201d said the wife.  \u201cIt would not be the first time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt looks like the cow walked right through here!\u201d he said.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhen I come home,\u201d he said, \u201cour place should look better!  I leave at dawn and work all day in the fields.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIs that so?\u201d said the wife.  \u201cAnd who is up before<\/em> dawn? Who do you think goes out to the henhouse so when you wake up, there is a hot egg breakfast ready?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhen is the last time we had butter with our eggs?\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt takes a long time to make butter!\u201d said the wife.  \u201cYou should try it!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMaybe I will!\u201d said the husband. \u201cI bet I could do everything around here better than this!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh, really?\u201d said the wife.  \u201cIf you are so sure, let us swap places for a day.  I will farm the fields and you can take care of the house.  To walk up and down rows of dirt sounds like a vacation to me!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cReally?\u201d said the wife.  \u201cIf you are so sure, how about if we swap places for a day?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBah!\u201d he said.  \u201cYou\u2019re on, wife!\u201d And the two of them shook hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next morning, the wife picked up a sickle \u2013 that’s the name for a tool used to cut hay.  And with the sickle over her shoulder, she headed out the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When she was gone, the husband said to himself, \u201cI will show her!  She will be surprised when she comes home.  First, I should start that butter.\u201d He pulled out the butter churn and poured in some cream.  He turned the crank over and over. Crank, Crank, Crank.<\/em>  \u201cI’m thirsty,\u201d he thought to himself.  \u201cWe have a barrel of apple cider in the basement.  I will get some.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the basement, he had just pulled out the tap from the barrel when he heard the pig walk inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“She will be surprised when she comes home!\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh no, that pig will knock over the butter churn!\u201d The husband ran upstairs.  But alas! it was too late. All the cream had run out. The pig was having a fine time with its nose to the floor, licking the rich cream.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShoo!  Get out of here!\u201d yelled the husband.  At last the pig was shouted and shoo\u2019ed out the door.  But all the noise woke up the baby, who started to cry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The husband remembered the tap in his hands.  With the hole open, did the apple cider all run out of the barrel?  He rushed down to the basement. As he feared, the cider lay in a big puddle on the floor.  The baby was still crying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI must deal with the baby, then go back to making butter,\u201d he said.  He settled the baby, then he put more cream in the butter churn. Crank, Crank, Crank,<\/em> all over again.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

As he feared, the cider lay in a big puddle on the floor.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

All at once, he remembered the cow.  She had been shut up in the barn since morning – she had not been milked or fed, and it was nearly noon!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then the husband got an idea.  It would take too much time to lead the cow out to the pasture, so what if the cow could eat grass from the roof of their house?  For you see, long ago people put grasses on top of their houses to make a roof. \u201cHow clever of me!” he thought with pride.  “All I have to do is lean a plank from the roof to the ground, and the cow will be able to walk right up to the roof.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

But the husband knew that before he went out to get the cow, he must take the butter churn with him.  For the baby was crawling on the floor and could tip it over. So he put the churn on his back and then headed to the barn.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

But first, the cow must have some water.  So he went to the well to pull up a bucket of water.  As he bent over the well with the bucket of water, all the cream from the churn spilled over his head and right down into the well!  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAll I have to do is lean a plank from the roof to the ground, and the cow will be able to walk right up to the roof.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

By then it was time to start dinner.  As he was making the porridge, he started to worry \u2013 what if the cow fell off the roof?  So he climbed up and tied a rope around the cow. He dropped the other end of the rope down the chimney.  And when he went inside, he tied the other end to his leg.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The husband was setting the pot of porridge on the fire for dinner when the cow, indeed, did slip off the roof!  As she fell, she dragged the husband right up the chimney. The cow hung in the air outside, swinging back and forth.  And the husband hung, upside down, stuck in the chimney.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the fields, the wife had waited a long time for the call to come home for dinner.  But no call did she hear, so at last she decided to go home. When she did, she was indeed surprised!  For there was their cow swinging back and forth in the air.  Very fast, she cut the rope with her sickle. When she did, in a flash down dropped the cow. At the same time, down fell her husband, head first down the chimney.  When the wife walked inside, there was her husband with his head in the porridge pot!”What happened to you?” cried the wife.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His face was in the porridge so she could not hear what he was saying.”Let me help you out of there,” she said.  Soon he was standing up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The wife ran a finger up his cheek and tasted the porridge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Hmm,” she said.  “Not done.” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I am done!” said he.  “No more work in the house for me!  How do you do it, every day?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The wife picked up the baby.  “I do what needs to be done,” said she.  “I just hope there is enough porridge left in that pot for supper.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Sit down and rest,” said the husband.  “I will get you what is left of it.  I must say, I’m glad you are the one to take care of all the hard work in this house!” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The wife smiled.  From then on, she and her husband stayed with the jobs they knew best.  And there was never a cross word about it again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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