by Johan Dahlberg

Created on: December 31, 2008

The girl was out of the house to visit her neighbor, who had invited her over to dinner. The sun was shining, the sky was cloud free. A lovely day, the girl thought, as she came to a small hill, which the gravel road went over. The neighbor lived on the other side.

The girl was suddenly startled by a noise from behind. She calmed down, as she turned and saw it was the local priest pedalling closer on his bicycle. He was probably on his way to town.

The priest passed the girl, and gave her a friendly nod. The girl smiled and nodded back. She followed the priest with her eyes, as he went up the hill. When he was about half way up, he had to step down from the bike and drag it.

The girl looked around on the meadows and trees, and a lake in the distance. She loved the nature around her, the wind in her hair, the bees fighting over the best flowers, and above all, the smell of cow droppings. It simply reminded her of summer.

She was now half way up the hill, and she looked up to see if the priest had reached the top. He was nearly there, but the hill was so steep he had to literally haul the bike up. The girl couldn't help her self giggling quietly, as the priest fell and the bike slid back down the hill, past the girl.

The priest went back down to get it. He was all sweaty and red in his face, the girl saw, as he walked past her and gave her a friendly nod once again. The girl smiled and nodded back.

When the girl reached the top, she stopped and admired the beautiful view. Down the hill to the right, just on the outskirts of the forest, stood the neighbors house. In front of the house were some fields, and behind it loomed the forest. The village was on the other side of the forest. The girl could see house roofs and the church, which she attended every Sunday with her mother.

The girl looked back down at the house she was heading towards. She was nervous and happy at the same time. She had finally been invited to dinner at the neighbors' house, where the gorgeous guy, whom her mother had invited home once, lived. The girls' mother often said that the girl had to get married soon, but she just hadn't found the right one. The mother had invited lots of different men from the village, but none that the girl liked. The mother couldn't understand this, since they were all men from rich and noble families.

But then one day the mother hit the snail on the tale. She had invited this young, handsome guy, perhaps not as rich as the others, but the girl didn't care about money.

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