About Jylva
Yes, we two understand each other, we are together every hour of the day, I can confide everything to you, you just hand me your paw and don't pass it on, and you are about the only one of my friends who has never asked me for money.
And the duck hunt began, the first of August. He made a thousand excuses, the driver said that the dog came leaping out of the trees, but that he managed to throw the truck so far to one side that the front wheel did not hit it, only the back wheel went over it - what good are all his explanations when Jylva is lying there on the road and is dead.
From the article "A Woman of the People", 1934
About Gravedigger
Dear little red gravedigger, you are only 7 years old, but a lifetime of hard work is behind you; everything that can be fairly demanded of a brave little warrior and faithful guardsman, you have done, and so much, much more.
From the article: "Farewellto a friend", 1937. Also listen to the poem "Farewell to a Friend" on the Poetry Route.
About Fylla
Where is Fylla now? We must take care of her. No harm must be done to the black hen with the 7 tiny little chickens from yesterday - except, of course, if one could have the unlikely luck to give her the pleasure of making her a widow. But there stands the drunkard. Damned, too, that the hen is black; for it is of course the hen she is standing for. Forward, Fylla!
From the article "Jydernes Konge", 1938
About Knoll
Fylla the chicken dog is there in case there should be a snipe, and Knold the duster dog is there in case there should be a fox. And there is.
From the article "More about foxes", 1938
About Stella
TO wake up on an early summer Sunday morning - aah, that is the glory of life. The day lies before you like a ball gown for the young girl, the first time she has to wear it. Quickly into the bathroom, ah, this sleep-drenching, life-renewing, ice-cold water! One, two, three in her clothes and out to open the door for the dogs and chickens. Squealing with delight, Gravedigger and Stella jump up and kiss your fingers, the rooster clucking and sideways transports himself out and gathers the harem around the scattered corn.
From the article "Life in Vedersø Præstegaard - IV", 1935
