Gluggagægir
The tenth was Window Peeper, a weird little twit, who stepped up to the window and stole a peek through it.
And whatever was inside to which his eye was drawn, he most likely attempted to take later on.
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Bjúgnakrækir
The ninth was Sausage Swiper, a shifty pilferer. He climbed up to the rafters and raided food from there.
Sitting on a crossbeam in soot and in smoke, he fed himself on sausage fit for gentlefolk.
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Skyrgámur
Skyr Gobbler, the eighth, was an awful stupid bloke. He lambasted the skyr tub till the lid on it broke.
Then he stood there gobbling - his greed was well known - until, about to burst, he would bleat, howl and groan.
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Hurðaskellir
The seventh was Door Slammer, a sorry, vulgar chap:
When people in the twilight would take a little nap, he was happy as a lark with the havoc he could wreak, slamming doors and hearing the hinges on them squeak.
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