The Good Luck Troll Called You
Once upon a Time...
That’s how every Fairytale should begin!
So yes, once upon a time there was a little Troll called You.
But this is not one of your regular fairytales that has an end.
No, this one lasts forever.
The Trolls name was actually Lucky,
but everyone always called her You.
You was a little good luck Troll.
There were two reasons behind that name;
one was because You was a little good luck Troll,
who, when she was a newborn baby,
almost looked like one of those Troll dolls.
She had lots of fairly long hair,
black as charcoal
and always standing straight up,
and the other reason was that You was a very lucky soul,
and had won many things already,
even though she had not lived very long in the World.
At home on the livingroom wall there was a temperatur measurer,
that You had won.
The thermometer was a glass bulb with mercury inside,
placed in the middle of a beautiful open horseshoe made of wood.
It had golden ornaments
and a beautiful horses head in black and gold placed to one side.
Another time You won a magnificent, real set of cutlery for twelve.
It came in a large suitcase with blue velvet on the inside
and a designated place
for each of the knives, forks, soup spoons, dessert spoons and -forks,
serving knife and -fork, sallad spoon and -fork and a gravy boat.
Lucky continued her winning
with a lovely set of breakfast dishes
for six
in green, beige and brown.
You had given these tings to her parents for use at home.
It was really fun to use the self provided tableware,
when You set the table for breakfast in the weekends.
It was more rewarding to use it now,
than to leave it unwrapped
until You one time would make her own home,
even though You risked breaking some of the parts.
The family would probably not
have aquired these things otherwise.
The salaries were low,
and the costs of living in a city were much higher,
than it had been in the little town far to the east,
where You had been living earlier.
Both of her parents had to work in the city,
to be able to pay all the bills.
To get a little extra income
her father played in a dance band,
two to three Nights a Week.
But You had also been very lucky,
and had won many other things
that were just for herself!
The best was a bright and shiny new,
blue and white doll carriage
with big wheels,
suspension, a blue hood and blue rain cover!
It looked precisely like the new strollers,
the most recent ones on the market,
and no one You knew had afforded to buy one.
You had stopped many times
by the needlework department of the Red Cross.
There were the carriage and the other prizes,
that were to be drawn on the last day of the basar.
You had bought many tickets for the lottery
of the doll carriage during the Red Cross week.
When the evening came for drawing the prizes,
You was lying under a table together with a friend,
dividing all the prizes between them.
They were busy making the prizes catch equal,
when suddenly Luckys name was announced
over the speakers.
You ran straight over to her mother,
who was so touched that she almost took to the tears.
She hardly could speak when she told You,
that she could take the doll carriage home with her.
Inside the carriage was a female doll
dressed in beautiful clothes.
There were many custom made costumes,
both sown and knitted,
along with blankets, pillows,
and a mattress in a casing made of cloth,
and there were even a spare sheet.
The main Street,
in the city You was living in now,
was covered with asphalt,
and it was perfect
for strolls with the new carriage.
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