| (Freya's Necklace continued...) Brock and Sindri both shook their heads. All three dwarves stood around and thought. And thought. And thought.... They had run out of ideas. "I wish I had an idea for a new necklace, " said Dvalin. And before he could say another word, a new idea popped into his head. "Oh rats!" exclaimed Dvalin, "I just used up my wish!" Brock and Sindri laughed and laughed. They couldn't believe Dvalin was so foolish to squander his one wish. But, a deal was a deal. He made a wish and it was granted. Dvalin had come up with a most beautiful design for the necklace. Then Brock got busy building up the fire to melt down the golden nuggets. He ran back and forth with more and more wood. The fire got hotter and hotter. Brock became very thirsty. And as he put the last load of wood on the burning hot coals, he wiped his forehead and exclaimed, "I wish I had a drink of water!" And before he had time to say another word, a glass of water was in his hand. "Oh, rats!" he exclaimed, "I just squandered my one wish! I'm such a fool!" Now, it was Dvalin and Sindri's turn to laugh and laugh and laugh. Dvalin then turned somber and instructed Sindri, "Now, you are the only one left who can make a wish. Take great care of what you say. If it's a wish, it will come true." Sindri took the warning to heart and pressed his lips tightly together as he busied himself with setting the jewels into the newly forged golden necklace. He worked intently and diligently. He didn't allow his thoughts to wander. And he refused to speak. He said not a word. Nothing. He worked and worked until all the work was done. The necklace was so beautiful that the one word he allowed himself to say was, "Brisingamen." He had named the necklace. As soon as Freya received word her necklace was done, she once again set out to meet the dwarves. "Well, dear friends," said Freya, "I have already granted two wishes." She smiled as she thought about Dvalin and Brock's foolishness. "So, Sindri, it seems to me that I owe you one wish. Have you thought about it, yet?" Sindri blushed a deep purple red, "Yes, my Lady. I do have one wish." "What is it, dear Sindri?" asked Freya. "I-I-I-," stuttered Sindri, "I mean, if it's not too much trouble, I wish for a kiss from you. Yes. That's what I wish. I wish for a kiss." Sindri could scarcely look at that gracious and beautiful goddess. He had always been really shy. Freya smiled and bent lower. Sindri raised up his face and pursed his lips. Freya leaned closer and planted a very soft and sweet kiss on Sindri's forehead! Having fulfilled her end of the bargain, Freya took the necklace and flew off wearing her feathery garb. Dvalin and Brock stood giggling, while Sindri appeared very disappointed. But, a kiss was a kiss. A wish had been fulfilled. Had you been one of the dwarves, what would you have wished for? |
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