Once upon a time a young farmer lived east of Eyjafjollum (Eyja Mountains). He was diligent and hardworking. Where he was, sheep were aplenty and he had many of them.
He had just married as this tale is told. His wife was young but lazy and weak. She never wanted to do anything and had little to do with every day running of the farm. The farmer was not pleased by this but could do little.
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June 18th, 2012