When the oven was well heated she raked out the coals and said to Olli:
“Now then, my boy, sit down in front of the oven with your back to the opening and I’ll push you in nicely.”
Olli pretended he didn’t quite understand. He sat down first one way and then another, spreading himself out so large that he was too big for the oven door.
“Not that way!” the Troll wife kept saying. “Hunch up little, straight in front of the door!”
“You show me how,” Olli begged.
So the old Troll wife sat down before the oven directly in front of the opening, and she hunched herself up very compactly with her chin on her knees and her arms around her legs.
“Oh, that way!” Olli said, “so that you can just take hold of me and push me in and shut the door!”
And as he spoke he took hold of her and pushed her in and slammed the door! And that was the end of the old Troll wife!
Olli let her roast in the oven until she was done to a turn. Then he took her out and put her on the table all ready for the feast.
Then he filled a sack with straw and dressed the sack up in some of the old Troll wife’s clothes. He threw the dressed up sack on the bed and, just to glance at it, you’d suppose it was the Troll wife asleep.