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(whimsical, upbeat music)

* Now the mist has cleared as day is dawning

* It's all becoming clearer to me

* The seasons change as I change with them

* And the call of spring

* Gives me strength

* I carried to know

* I will make it through

* Whatever life throws at me

(bouncy, upbeat music)

* Summer's sweet scent, autumn's whisper

* Winter stings with the cold

* When trouble comes rolling in like thunder

* Tears may fall

* Fear may call

* But with spring in my heart

* When seasons change, I'll change with them

* And I know I can weather the storm *

(gasping)

(screaming)

- (Narrator) On the first day that Ronja and Bork

moved into the forest, they worked constantly

and the time flew by.

(bouncy orchestral music)

That night, Ronja thought of Mattis's fort

and she missed it so much her heart was in pain.

She dreamt that Mattis was sitting alone,

crying a pool of tears.

(lively flute and orchestral music)

- (birds chirping) - (lively music)

- Come on, Bork, we need to haul the fish in

before the cuckoos start callin'.

(lively orchestral music)

- How can you be this lively at such an early hour?

I'm sure we didn't catch any.

Bet the fish are still asleep as well.

(laughing)

- There's so much salmon in our river.

It would be very odd if we hadn't caught at least one

in our net, let's go.

Come on, hurry up!

- I'll tell you what's odd.

You skippin' around like that.

You'll go head first into the river

and get caught in our net.

(lively orchestral and flute music)

- I call this spring skipping.

- Spring skipping, ay?

That was a well worn path, almost like it was made

for spring skipping.

Who do you think first trot it down?

- Perhaps it was Mattis. - Ugh.

- Back when he was living in the bear's cave.

He really loves salmon.

He always has, although that's why...

- Ronja.

(splashing)

(laughs)

(delightful gasp)

- (birds chirping) - (animals chattering)

Sister mine, you're certainly not gonna die of hunger.

I promise you that.

- Well, not until the winter.

(groaning)

But there's no use worrying about something so far away.

Oh.

Bork, you're bleeding.

- I was trimming the birch and the ax slipped.

It's nothing to worry about.

To heal well, the wound has to finish bleedin' out,

and then you know it's clean and will heal itself.

- Don't be silly.

A killer bear might be following the scent of your blood.

(laughing)

- (Bork) Then I'd take care of 'em with my spear.

Yes I would.

- You know, Lovis usually...

Lovis usually puts dried moss

on the wound to stop the bleeding.

I think I better get us a good supply of moss.

Who knows when you're plannin' on cuttin' yourself

on the leg again?

- (laughing) - (strumming music)

- (Bork) Good point, we might need a lot of moss.

(lively, bouncy music)

(laughs)

(sighing)

(flowing water)

- (Narrator) By the third day, Ronja was asking.

- Bork, which do you think is worse?

Eating salmon every day, every mealtime,

or blisters all over your hands?

- Hmm, I'd say one is as bad as the other.

(grumbles)

But I tell ya, there is one thing I know,

we need a chisel.

I can't believe I didn't think about bringing one.

Makin' this bowl was impossible without a chisel.

Now, I need to sharpen the knife yet again.

Can I have the knife, Ronja?

- What now?

I thought you had the knife.

- No, you were usin' it.

You had it last.

Now hand it over.

- I will not, because you had it last.

Didn't you hear me?

What's wrong with you?

- Come on, what've you done with it then?

- What have you done with it then?!

(groaning)

If you remember, brother, you had it last!

- That's a stupid lie.

(groaning)

I thought I told you how important that knife is.

Without it, we can't manage here in the woods.

- Well then, you should've taken better care of it.

Bork, you know what you are?

You're a mean devil blamin' others

when it's you at fault!

- So...

I see that you're back again to your old ways.

Right back to the old Ronja, the robber's daughter.

And I'm supposed to live in here with you?

- So don't you worry about that, Borka robber.

Why don't you live here all by yourself

with your precious little knife if you can find it,

which you will, because for the last time, you lost it!

(crying)

- I hope the harpies take you away!

You're actin' just like them.

You'll be quite at home!

(huffing groans)

- (Ronja Voiceover) I think I better get us

a good supply of moss.

Who knows when you're plannin' on cuttin' yourself

on the leg again?

- Use moss, stupid!

(gasps)

Hmm.

(bouncy drumming)

(playful, bouncy music)

(birds chirping)

(scraping)

- Why don't you live here all by yourself?

- Where does she think she's going to live then?

As far as I care, she could go back to wherever

it is she wants to go,

but she's not welcome in this cave.

Hmm.

If she were to come back, sorry and pleading,

then I would tell her, I'm sorry,

but your apology's not welcome.

It's too late for you.

(gasps)

(thudding)

It's not as if I drove her out.

(sniffling breaths)

(lively chiming music)

- I'm coming, wait!

- Ronja!

- Let me go!

(lively chiming music)

- Well, I don't know you.

What happened?

Were you bitten by a fox?

(sobs) Please don't ever leave me!

Please do not ever leave!

And I'll help you.

My brother won't starve.

(wind blowing)

(grunting gasp)

(panting)

(birds squawking)

(panting breaths)

(lively flute music)

- Ronja!

(lively, somber flute music)

Ronja!

(lively, somber flute music)

Ronja!

Ronja!

(lively, somber flute music)

(panting breaths)

Of course, I really should've known.

She may be sister mine, but he'll always be her father.

(horse neighing)

Oh.

(neighing)

(sputtering)

Poor thing.

(gasps)

- Birk.

- Ronja.

- Did you see the bear?

He just attacked this poor horse and killed her foal.

(crying)

(sputtering)

(gasps)

We need the moss.

Can you go and get it?

- Yes, although, with a bear somewhere nearby,

come on, it's not safe.

I can't leave you alone.

- Just go, now!

(sputtering)

I must stay here and comfort her.

We need to look after her and help her recover.

We need to get the moss right now!

- Oh, right.

(panting breaths)

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- What are they doing with horse?

What for?

- (Two Rumphobs) What for are they doing?

(elated gasp)

- Rumphobs.

That means we're safe now.

Bears can't stand the smell of shadow-folk.

- No wonder she's so calm.

It's better down here.

(laughing)

- What for are they human smiling?

- (Both) What for are they smiling?

(giggling)

(birds chirping)

- Oh.

(laughs)

(gasps)

- The bleeding stopped.

And the moss is dry too.

Go on, if you keep drinking, you'll feel much better soon.

- Until her wound's all healed, let's keep her

here by the pond.

She'll be safe.

No bears'll come here.

- Don't grieve too much, sweet mom.

I'm sure that by the next springtime,

you'll have a new baby.

(splattering)

Look, milk.

It was meant for her foal, that's ever so sad.

If you want, you can give it to us instead.

(sniffing)

- She's our horse now, we must give her a name.

What do you think she should be called?

- Leah.

How about Leah?

That's a great name for her.

Mattis once told me that he had a mare with that name

when he was a boy.

- Mmm, Leah huh?

I like that name.

Leah.

- It's a pity that we lost our knife.

(gasps)

- (Birk) But, it's a good thing we found it again.

- Huh?

- While we were arguin' and bein' mean to each other,

it was right there all the time

just waiting for us to find it.

- Brother, I've been thinking,

ever since we had that fight,

it's silly, so before we have another one,

let's make sure that it's an argument worth having.

Don't you think so?

- Well in that case, we'll have to make sure

to avoid any pointless arguments.

But Ronja, do you know what I was thinking

just after you ran away?

- Hmm?

- I'll tell you.

I realized you're worth more to me than a 1,000 knives.

- Hmm.

You know, Birk Borkason, I honestly think

you're about as crazy as they come.

(laughing)

- (Narrator) When they recalled that Lovis

sometimes said this to Mattis, it made them laugh

and they couldn't stop laughing for quite some time.

(laughing)

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Next time, on "Ronja the Robber's Daughter."

(bouncy, energetic folk music)

"With the Wild Horses."

Don't miss it.

(lively acoustic muic)