"We live so happily, my fair ones, in our forest glades," said Ak, stroking his grizzled beard thoughtfully, "that we know nothing of the sorrow and misery that fall to the lot of those poor mortals who inhabit the open spaces of the earth."
"Vit liva so lukkuliga á okkara skógarfløtu, míni lýtaleysi," segði Ak, meðan hann hugsansamur streyk sínum grásprongda skeggi, "at vit kenna einki til tær sorgir og tann vesaldóm, sum rakar øll somul av hasum neyðars menniskjunum, sum liva í teimum opnu plássunum á jørðini."