Addresses the campfire-dwellers in a serious tone of voice, "So many others, whether people or creatures, be curious. Not always is it a godt thing as you shall hear. Listen closely. . ."

'There was once a little fish who just had to be e'erywhere, and hear e'erything. Her mother would say to her, "You know, curiosity killed the cat!" But the little fish would not listen, and swam hither and thither about the sea, so as to miss naught.

One day she came across a clump of sea-plants on her travels. "Clack, clack, clack," she heard from the inside. An old crab was sharpening his claws. "Whate'er can it be?" thought the curious little fish, and for a while she swam round and round and round, since she was a little bit afraid. But her curiosity got the best of her fear.

When the tapping did not stop, she turned and swam up to the mysterious clump, just to take a peek. Now that was a great mistake! The old crab did not take kindly to inquisitive visitors. He stuck out his pincers and, SNAP! He nipped the curious little fish on the nose until her eyes watered. You should have seen how she hurried home to her mother, weeping and wailing.

True, her mother put a sticking plaster on her daughter's sore nose, but then gave the little fish a godt smacking with her fin, to teach her that if does not pay to be so inquisitive. What about you? How curious be you?

You had better watch out; not only for crabs, but in case a raven should come along and peck off your nose. And of course, there always be wolves roaming the forests!'

It just so happens that a distant, eerie howling is heard following the viking's last words. Sly grin. Timing is everything.