"Let it be my last fairy tale, then. Once upon a time, there lived a stupid young hunter named Ivar. He loved

"Let it be my last fairy tale, then. Once upon a time, there lived a stupid young hunter named Ivar. He loved his family — his wife, his son, his little daughter — very much. He also loved making up fairy tales for his children. But one night, he came up with a foolish story, one about a silver dragon that can only be spotted if you climb to the top of a high cliff as the new moon rises. That very night, the children snuck out of the house and... their bodies were found at the base of the cliff the next morning..."