Mothers Little Boy
By Mike Koontz
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Short story ( One Evening Bed time read)
And like some of those fictional stories, this one also happens to be based on actual every day event that took place in Sweden, the summer of 1850.
Like many other such events, real or imaginary, it might change a tiny bit with each generation re telling it in their very own way (this particular event was for instance once made famous as a Swedish children's song, 'Mors lilla Olle', by Alice Tegner, as well as a poem by Wilhelm von Braun).
But at its core I am sure its every iteration remain quite faithful towards what actually happened that summers day when the little boy named Olle befriended a wild Brown Bear and her two little cubs deep inside that old Swedish forest.
Enjoy this tale that sprung forth the untamed home of Norse Vikings.
Photography, and writing by Mike Koontz
This short bed time story book also includes the original Swedish poem by Swedish poet, Wilhelm von Braum
2015, a Norse View Imaging and Publishing
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Mothers little boy
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[in a foresty
Liten pilt i fjällskog gick:
Rosig kind och änglablick,
Munnen röd som tufvans bär…
»Kors! hvad jag är ensam här!» — tänkte gossen.
Och han stultade så späd
Mellan höga, mörka träd:
Moder hans i sätern var —
»Här är jag min egen karl» — tänkte gossen.
Svarta djur nu kommo två,
Lufsandes, dit han sågs gå:
Stora, grymma, lurfviga —
»Jag fick sällskap, det var bra!» — tänkte gossen.
»Men hvad är det för slags djur?
Den där stora tycks mig sur…
Om jag kunde fråga mor! —
Men det måste vara kor» — tänkte gossen.
And so it was that, one sleepy Summers day, that little Olle and his older sister Sara raced and played tag and hide and seek with each other. And before you knew it, their mothers home, and safe haven, was far away and before them lay, a sprouting, wild creek that lingered through the luminous landscape.
It´s water washed in a slow and gentle way over the stony bed and protruding rocks, leafs floated by, and in the air they could hear the buzzing sound of dragon flies and bees.
And there they lay looking down from a fallen tree trunk that stretched out over the creek, at the fish and frogs that jumped, chirped, and swimmed their way through the cold water that raced down from the ever snowy northern Swedish mountains, down towards the flatter lands and villages.
The children was all rosy tired from their games and fun and equal parts exhilarated and happy, until, all of a sudden, a deer came jumping through the trees and bushes, and with a giant leap it crossed the creek and ran up over to the other side. With water splashing behind it´s petite, yet agile frame, it set off in a wild, wild hunt.
The surprised siblings laughed at it all, and then.
Behind them and to the right, a momma bear, big and brown, came out of the trees, and with her, two little cubs.
They all froze up, children, bear cubs and momma bear. And with them, the frogs and fish, even the dragon flies, they all went silent, and no one moved as time itself seemed to slow down and freeze.
Until, the silence shattered when the older sister gave up an exasperated sound,
'it´s a MOMMA bear, run Olle, run!'.
But Olle calmly looked at the three animals and thought to himself,
"well, they don´t look dangerous at all to me, and for all I know they could be wild mountain cows, yep, I am sure of it, because they do look like really big, brown and furry cows, and my sister is never right about anything, even our mother says so. And now that Sara ran back home, at least I have good company, and they will be my bestest friends!."
Och han gick dem glad emot,
Såg ej ögats mörka hot,
Såg ej hur de grina’ till —
»Jag med dem nu leka vill» — tänkte gossen.
Och emot den skarpa tand
Sträckte pilten liten hand:
Djuret lyfte då sin ram …
»Kors, hvad du är snäll och tam!» — sade gossen.
Ett af djuren unge är,
Denne bjuder nu han bär
Ur sin skäppa: ungen åt —
»Ser man bara, det går åt» — sade gossen.
Modern strax drog klorna in,
Ned hon tryckte ungen sin,
Lade, stilla, sig framför —
»Vänta, jag dig sällskap gör!» — sade gossen.
And as such, with a smile of purest joy in heart and face, little Olle entirely unafraid with a child's honest, big soul and eyes and excitement of meeting new and always friendly animals, approached the three bears with hands outstretched.
The big momma bear at first looked at him, surprised to see a pesky man child that did not run away (they always ran away, screaming and shouting, unless they where big bad adults with guns and spears - oh how she hated those nasty ones), . And then, as he continued to daringly approach, she gave up a low, vibrating bear growl that she knew would resonate through the trees, the water, and the ground itself, vibrate and be both heard and felt - as she growled her hymn of warning, she stood up on her hind legs and with her biggest bad ass bear voice she growled her impressive bear song warning
"go away little man. Dont you know, if you hurt my little ones I will tear your arms off and sell you to the trolls"
But to little Olle it sounded so much fun, the way the strange cow was speaking to him. He hadnt learned the ways of fear that clouded most adults life´s and as such, to him the growl of bears did not sound frightening at all.
Instead, Olle could see the gentle soul inside the momma bear and he knew she was, like all animals, a friend to win with kindness and fun.
"here he said", and as he held out his hand the little cubs could see and smell, the big, bold blueberries that he held inside his palm, and as his mother raised her paw, wanting to protect her own, the little cubs dashed out and happily started to eat out of Olles palm, for they too had not learned to fear the evil that some frightened men sometimes do.
"Oh my gosh, you eat even faster then i do" - Olle was bubbling with laughter by now as the two little brown bears muzzled him, puffed, and then tipped him over with a combined effort so he ended up on the ground.
Seeing how the strange little man was laughing his little boy heart out while feeding her two precious cubs with delicious and perfectly ripe blueberries the momma bear calmed down and soon she laid down on the ground to keep her two babies and their strange new friend company.
Momma bear of course knew that where there where small boys and girls, their dangerous parents where sure to follow, so she kept an watchful mind at the surrounding forest.
[as real as flesh]
Han på marken nu så säll
Kastar sig; mot moderns fäll
Lutar hufvudet han där —
»Kors! så mjukt jag ligger här!» — sade gossen.
Och han klappade och slog,
Och han lekte, och han drog
Uti djurets päls, så tjock —
»Du bra tålig är ändock!» — sade gossen.
Slutligen af leken trött
Somnar liten pilt, så sött.
Nalle fromt på honom såg. —
Att i mammas knä han låg — drömde gossen.
Snart han väckes af ett skri:
Djuren flydde — allt förbi. ..
»Store Gud! du lefver än?»
»Mamma! du skrämt bort min vän» — klagar gossen.
A while after Olle noticed how the momma bear was lying down he hurled himself at her big body of fur, Olle burried himself head first and straight into her tummy and said
"OOOH - this is perfect, you are so soft and furry, you guys are the best cows ever",
Olle petted the bears fur with his hands and fingers, and soon he played and climbed all over the big momma bear together with the two little brown bear cubs. They tumbled over her big, strong body, they jumped and played last man standing.
Hours later, both the little child and the two cubs had exhausted all of their energy, and as the silence fell, soon they slumbered so sweet together.
One big bear in happy, content silence guarding them all as they lay like kittens all over each other.
But before you knew it, Olle and his friends was abruptly awoken by a scream, his dream shattered as he was climbing a tree so tall, and with him in front of him out on the branches was his new friends, the furry cows.
But his mothers terrifying scream brought him out of the warm pleasantness of their shared dream, and as he opened his eyes he could see the three bears already heading off in to the forest.
The vigilant momma bear knowing full well that less tolerant humans had arrived, and so she brought her little babies back in to the safeness of the black forest.
"Oh my god, you are alive, I thought the bear had killed you"
"Mother!, you scared my friends!" Olle looked at her in disbelief, my god, his mother could be so daft he thought.
She had chased his bestest friends away.
And so the saga ends in poem and songs, with a child so pouty.
But life, of course, did not end there with the end of that short childrens like fairy tale. No life continued and over time
Olle became a well travelled adult, like so many Scandinavians had done before him he set forth to venture across the oceans.
Sailing on Viking long ships across the globe, he too set sail.
He travelled first to Norway and from there to the 'new land' on the other side of the ocean.
He encountered strange things, met new friends and uncovered lands and adventures on his travels.
Jon Ersson , which was Olles real name, never forgot about his wild animal friends, the furry 'cows' as he would smiling call his bear family, he once had met in that forest, deep inside the ancient realms of Sweden.
And yes, as he grew up he of course came to understand that the cows had in fact been a family of Scandinavian Brown bears. But he still found laughter in calling them his cow family.
Often he wondered what had happened to them, and sometimes he told his children, his wife ( Elia Simonsson ) and friends about them in between the daily chores on their American farm.
His child hood adventure had gifted him with the insight of children, and never would he ever again feel scared of the dark forests and all it´s animals that lived within them, unlike so many other frightened adults his life was made forever richer.
Until, one day, his wife set sail too, venturing back to their native Sweden and that ever growing forest where people still spoke of a family of bears that once had adopted a little child.
So perhaps, one day I will tell you all about her own adventures and how it came to be that she too came to know the very same family of bears (yes, she too got to be their friend).
But before I let you go.
Olle, or perhaps, we should end by calling him by his real name, Jon Ersson was born in 1848, a father of 9 kids. Jon died, one cold winters day, December 14th 1887 at the young age of 38.
He died however, like a Viking, on the shores of new land, expanding his frontiers and understanding of life and Earth, instead of limiting.
And now, as a Norse adventurer in soul and life, I will set this story free to sail the seven seas.
The fjords of Northern men and women, to fly across the skies of all our dreams.
But instead of a funeral pyre set loose upon Norse waters, I will set you free on tides of dreams and life with a poem of mine.
Tonight we dream and travel
on the wall
A spider climbed
its web of words
towards the golden tassels
So tell me now
What do you see, what do you crave
when darkly dearest Sandman
from sheltered moons
and starry night
takes us to forever dream
and silent travel
Caught, set free
Is that frost upon your breath?
A dragon gnarly hides inside your chest
dreams are yours
sing and hymn
In the dark
Like a flock of ravens
and the shooting star
towards, the realms uncharted
I gladly hurl
to slay the demons
of unknown tides
and whitest waters
a Norse View Imaging and Publishing
a Norse View, Mike Koontz
'Mothers little boy' is a short fairy tale story straight out of real life by Norse author and photographer Mike Koontz.
Thank you for reading.