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in which we hear something about the residents of the Corner House
Before we start with the stories of Frode and all the other roots, it was perhaps a good idea to greet the people who live in the same house as Frode.
It is called the corner house.
We've been out there talking to the residents a little bit, and the first one we met was Mr. Storm.
Sir. Storm lives in the living room and can hear as people walk in and out the front door.
"Hmm," I said. "How do you like living here in the corner house, Mr. Storm?"
"The corner house," cried Mr. Storm angrily. "Do you call the ghastly old box here for a house? Do they?"
Sir. Storm was very excited. His face was about the same color as an over-ripe tomato, and he looked as if he was being suffocated in his tie.
"Living here is absolutely terrifying," he shouted. "There is always a noise here of young people and other disturbing people. And what do you think about the stench in the rise? Always stinking here abominably of cabbage and cumin and other hideous foods. "
"Shit," I said. "Maybe you don't like kids and food, Mr. Storm?"
"I hate food and I hate children even more," cried Mr. Storm, who had now almost turned completely blue in his head of anger. "And then I hate people who ask stupid."
"How many children live here in the house?" I asked.
"One," cried Mr. Storm. "And that's all, all, far too many."
And then he slammed his door in with a bang that echoed throughout the rest of the house.
Above Mr. Storm - on the first floor - live two ladies, named Irene TV and Miss Ravn.
I also asked them what they thought about living in the corner house.
"Ihh," said the two ladies, clasping their hands together, making small, wailing noises. “Ihh, hi, hi, here's a nice place to stay. We have the best view of the city. We can really keep up with everything that happens around here. We love to keep up with everything. "
"Yes," continued Irene TV. "As of yesterday. Then we saw a horse-drawn carriage. "
"Yes," Miss Ravn murmured. "A real horse-drawn carriage."
"With a real horse in front," Irene TV beeped. "You don't often see that kind of time now."
"And the house," said Miss Ravn. "The house is wonderful I just want to tell you. Here is always the sweetest scent of food in the rise, such as cabbage, sauerkraut and cumin ... ”
"Yes, and veal and pork tails," Irene tipped TV.
The two ladies winced and chuckled like two small cheerful laughing birds.
"Shit," I said. "Sir. Storm is not so happy about the food smell. "