Once there was a wicked, rich old Troll who lived on a mountain that sloped down to a bay. Across the bay lived a decent Finnish farmer with his three sons. When the sons grew up, the farmer said to them one day, "It should bother you three strong young men that the wicked old Troll over there lives on year after year without anyone bothering him. We work hard like honest Finns and are as poor at the end of the year as at the start. That old Troll, with all his wickedness, gets richer and richer. If you boys had any real spirit, you'd take his riches and drive him away!"

His youngest son, Olli, immediately said, "All right, father, I will!"

But the two older sons, offended by Olli's eagerness, said, "You won't do such a thing! Remember your place in the family! You're the youngest, and we're not going to let you push us aside. Now, father, we two will go across the bay and deal with that old Troll. Olli can come with us if he likes and watch us do it."

Olli laughed and said, "All right!" since he was used to his brothers treating him like a baby.