The Chair by the Fire

The guesthouse stood above the harbour. Its door was on the sheltered side. A sheep kept the house. Polly stood in the hall, wet from the rain. "Do you have any available rooms?"

Gjestehuset lå ovenfor havna. Døra var på lesiden. En sau drev huset. Polly sto i gangen, våt av regn. "Har dere noen ledige rom?"

There were rooms. Polly said, "I would like a quiet room, please." The sheep waited a moment. The wind finds every room here.

Det var rom ledig. Polly sa: "Jeg vil gjerne ha et stille rom, takk." Sauen ventet et øyeblikk. Vinden finner hvert rom her.

"Could you assist me with my luggage, please?" The sheep carried the bag up. She put it by a chair. Its frame was driftwood, because no tree grows here. Its back was straw.

"Kan du hjelpe meg med bagasjen, er du snill?" Sauen bar bagen opp. Hun satte den ved en stol. Rammen var av drivved, for her vokser det ingen trær. Ryggen var av halm.

"What time is check-out?" Polly asked. The boat decides everything here. Then she sat in the chair. The straw stopped the cold air.

"Når er utsjekk?" spurte Polly. Båten bestemmer alt her. Så satte hun seg i stolen. Halmen stoppet den kalde lufta.