There was once a boy who arrived at a farm and asked if he might stay the night.
“Of course you may stay,” said the farmer, “but so many trolls are coming here this evening that we shall have to flee, ourselves.”
“Oh, really?” said the boy. “But since I am allowed to stay, then I shall indeed stay.”
“Well, you shall certainly be allowed,” said the man, “and you may eat and drink as much as you like, but we shall flee.”
When they had gone, the boy sat down at the table and began to eat and drink. When he had done so, he clambered up onto a plank between two beams in the loft, and lay down there.
Suddenly a huge number of trolls came tumbling in. Some were big, and some were small, and one was so big that it was frightening, and it had a nose that was so long that most of it lay beneath the table. This troll was the tallest, and should sit in the high seat.
Then the trolls began to eat, and they went down into the cellar for beer. And when they returned, they came with their cups, saying:
“I shall pour you some, Trond! I shall pour you some, Trond!”
“I shall pour you some, Trond!” said the boy – then he fired his gun, and shot off Trond’s long nose.
Then there was such wailing and screaming, and they fussed to haul and drag Trond out. When they came out into the courtyard, there was such wailing, the like of which no one has ever heard.
Then there came a call from away in the mountain:
“What is the meaning of all this uproar you are making?”
And they answered:
“Big brother Berrfjell has lost his nose!”
“Ha, ha, ha!” they replied, and laughed so well.
– Olav Eivindsson Ausdal, Bygland in Aust-Agder, 1913.