Peter Christen Asbjørnsen,
Tales from the Fjeld — Silly Matt
(1908)
“ Away ran the goody to the chimney-corner, tore off the pot, and turned it upside down with all that was in it. Then she filled it anew, and put it on to boil. But when she had time to look at Matt she was quite shocked. "Why is it you are such a figure?" she cried. "I did as you bade me, mother," said Matt. "First I rubbed myself all over with treacle to make myself sweet for my bride, and then I tore open the pillow and put myself into fine feathers." ”
