Gatta

Gáttaþefur

Eleventh was Door Sniffer, a doltish lad and gross. He never got a cold, yet had a huge, sensitive nose.

He caught the scent of lace bread while leagues away still and ran toward it weightless as wind over dale and hill.

Yule Lads - jólasveinarnir

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