It was nine o'clock in the evening. Everybody was sitting around the fire watching Kristoff playing his mandolin. There was Gothi, Bulda, Pabbie, and Kristoff, the trollsitter.
A pigeon flew by and dropped a letter.
"Maybe it's a relative," said Kristoff. He picked up the letter. Before he could say a word, all he saw written on the paper was hysterical laughter.
"Who was it?" asked Gothi.
"Some person a bit outside nature's laws," said Kristoff. "Now where was I?"
At nine-thirty another letter dropped down on them. Kristoff opened it. It was the person who had written them before. "I'll be hugging you soon," the letter read, and it was followed by written laughter.
"Who was it?" the trolls asked.
"Some person who probably likes to tinkle in the woods, like me," he said.
About ten o'clock a letter dropped down again. Pabbie got to it first.
"Hello?" he said, opening the envelope.
It was the same writer. "One more hour," it read, followed by more "haha" words.
"He said, 'One more hour.' What did he mean?" asked Pabbie.
"Don't worry," said Kristoff. "It's somebody riding their bike around the halls."
"I'm scared," said Pabbie.
About ten-thirty another letter came. When Kristoff read it, it said, "Now I love it even more. Pretty soon now," with more laughing.
"Why are you doing this?" Kristoff screamed to the open air, and he tossed the letter in the fire.
"Was it that guy again?" asked Bulda.
"Yes," said Kristoff. "I'm going to send a carrier pigeon to the castle post office and complain."
The post office told him to write another letter if it happened again, and they would try to trace where the ink came from.
At eleven o'clock came a final letter. Kristoff opened it. "Very soon now," it read, with the usual laughter.
Kristoff wrote to the post office. Almost at once he received a reply letter. "That person is writing from a tree a few dozen feet from you," it read. "You'd better leave. We'll get the guards."
Just then they heard something jump off a branch behind them. A snowman they had never seen before started down the forest path toward them, a sharp carrot held in his left stick hand.
As they ran, they saw that he had opened his arms wide in a very strange way. A few minutes later, the guards found him there and arrested him.