by Frode Øverli
— I see a light… I’m floating… out of my body…
— This is the end… This is farewell…
— It… It’s so cold, Mama…
— The flu!
— I know the type!
by Børge Lund
— You take the skis, Kalle, and we’ll go ahead!
— Wow! Not so much as a kid’s pole out of position! And usually they’re a mess like…
— Bloody pick-up sticks!
by Nils Axle Kanten
— Hi, I need…
— Buddy! I know what you need!
— Yes, of course I bought strings… They happened to come with a vintage 1976 Fender Stratocaster!
Han Ola og Han Per
by Peter J. Rosendahl, with new translations by John Erik Stacy
— Those are good-looking pigs you have there, Per.
— I’m not so fond of them myself. I would be glad to never see a pig again. Here I am like a slave walking in muck year in and year out—
— I have never had a happy day and I never will either. They say it is good to live on a farm—but I say it does not live up to expectations. I am looking to sell lock, stock, and barrel and move to the city—
— Here comes a book agent, Per.
— Hello boys! Nice weather. Well sir, I see here a nice farm and nice houses and a bunch of really beautiful pigs. It must be a delight to live here. I have a book here—
— I’ve heard that song before, but let’s add another verse anyway here you are!
— Oh boy golly! Per, Per!
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