The man looked proudly a few hundred meters height away. Grandpa was no fool, a man thinks about while never sold any wood, but eke out a living mökissään until the end. And then grandma. Another of the same big, consolidates watched every case, still ran along the woods to gather all the world's berries and mushrooms. Batty, it was told the fairies and other Metsälä such as if they were totisinta true. Fortunately, it was now heed the death of a mental and a nursing home, it is a shame, but that would take part siihenkin päätehakkuusta received the money.

Male clap wooden surfaces, and sees the hulls of their living standards rise. New and better car takes a long snippet from the stack, the coastal land has been considered and discussed with the architect on a suitable house. Hinkuu törsäämään wife abroad, and to know the man thinks, see if it should give up. Perhaps it would be good at the same time to tour the vineyards and quality wines have the potential to mature in the new wine cellar. So we will be subject, a man decides to leave and go towards forest road.

Passing a man sees someone moving hakkuuaukealle assembled by a bunch of rhizome. He stops and tries to see what guest stroller doing. Either long distance or doing tricks, then plowed sun's heating of forest rising from the bottom of vibes get visitors to disappear and appear again and again. Male remember things heard in pyromaaneista who smoke for pleasure rhizome and risukasoja other forests. He decides to go take a look and put the walker in order.

Kasan by rhizome is troll. It passes through the Square of felling and shed tears of trees have been killed because of his foot to push kariketta irtirevityn collection to leave the cavity. It retrieves the great heaps of trees, cut off the twigs and roots, they crush the claws and give back to the country. Troll forest offset traces, and worn out by the plow oikoo forest machines under the wheels crushed shrubs. It is the place of broken mycelium and comfort squirrels and birds whose homes have been lost.

Scent of amber woods and sawdust when a man gets excited passing creates a monster. Troll give a man to be approximate, before this turns each. The man knows how to take fright and humidity starts to flow down her leg. Goblin grin to the man and comes close, then calculates the black hands of this shoulder and asks to see if the man would understand why the forest is tärvätty raiskioksi. A man may not be a word from his mouth, but try and keep tolkuissaan selväjärkisenä. Surely this can not happen, she assures herself, not once and for all, trolls are a fairy tale and do not really exist.

Troll says that it has never seen such a dark forest as the logging of this sunburnt open. It speaks to the man real forests, sheltered and refreshing tangle of wetlands, which side of the bustling life, foxes and bears, frogs and lizards, butterflies and pörriäisistä.

A man listens to troll stories and remember how as a child he sat in the yard with heed to listen to owls and foxes huhuilua haukahduksia, or watching the birds, which hunt pyrähteli heed until a cottage garden. Somewhere far away a man rises to mind grandma's baking blueberry pie taste. After a while he repents metsänhaaskuuta, harden their minds and then shake hands harteiltaan troll, you smell tyhmälle Peikko and says that his puupeltonsa grow yes again, so it does not have any reason to Whistles, forests are commodities and wealth base and it should be renewed from time to time.

Troll nods and accepts the growth possible. Then it will delve into the flute from his pocket and raising it to his lips, blowing its entrance is inviting melodies hiding out. Time almost stops. Man sees how the monster tunes tipahtelevat huilusta country and how soon they will take the country after reaching the forest to sing eheäksi. Man sees twigs rear their ugly heads and brush wood and vattupensaiden metsäaukean take over, he sees how small tree seedlings increase their heads and grow over the years, the length. Man sees how the winter light and summer greenery of the forest vary from again becoming the forest.

Troll calculates the time and flute lips jerk back rytmiinsä. An old man wakes up and leaves the immobility kankein limbs to go to where they have been recalled to the former logging Square. Empty thoughts, he goes ahead, following some years back for future grandmother's blueberry pie scent.