Bomzy and the Troll Princess The Crystal Heart The Elf in the Barn The Enchanted Pencil	Bomzy and the Troll Princess and Other Stories Excerpt from Bomzy and the Troll Princess      Long, long ago in a deep woodland lived a bear family.  They had a little son whom they called Bomzy.  It didn’t take the boy long to decide that there wasn’t much future for him living the simple life of a bear cub in the Bearwoods.      When he heard that in a far off part of the woodland, quite a long distance away, lived a troll king with a little troll princess, he made up his mind that whether it meant life or death …come what may…he would court her.   If the adventure went well, it was possible that he himself would become king of the troll realm one day.      When Bomzy told his parents that he wanted to make the long journey to court the princess, they advised him to think it over.  They said, “When you have really been raised to be a bear, you will discover that it’s truly better to be Mother’s own little Bomzy in the Bearwoods, than prince or even king of the troll kingdom.”      But Bomzy had a big dream…he wanted to be an important fellow and nothing could change his mind.  His heart was set on wooing the troll princess. He kept nagging his fond parents until they gave in.  Against their better judgment and wisdom they finally agreed to help him obtain his wish. Excerpt from The Elf in the Barn      Her cousin Harald, who was three years older than she, looked at her rather sharply.  “Have you ever seen the elf?” he asked.      “No, I haven’t,” she admitted.  “Elves are very shy and they keep out of sight.”      Harald smiled a superior, city-boy’s smile.  “Then how do you know that an elf lives in the barn?”      “Everyone knows they do!” Astrid answered, her voice rising.  “Elves have always lived in our barn…and in all the barns in the valley!  All the old people say so.”      “Well,” Harald said, “I myself don’t believe it.”      “Besides,” Astrid went on, “Finn has seen one, haven’t you, Finn?  Remember, last year?”      Her brother nodded but it wasn’t a really sure nod.  “The barn was dark,” he explained, “but I thought I saw one in the beam of the lantern right after he jumped down from the feed bin.”  Finn closed his eyes, trying to recall the scene.  “I never saw anything move so fast!”        “And the porridge bowl is always empty when we go down to the barn the next day, “ Astrid added, “so they do eat it.”      Sitting at Finn’s feet with the other cats was Katte…the biggest, cleverest cat in the valley.  Warmed by the kitchen stove, Katte was listening to all the talk about the bowl of porridge that would soon be set down in the barn.  Katte had plans of his own for that bowl of porridge.