"Lost in translation"?

We had a dilemma, some years ago, when working on the English translation of Troll-lek. It was a leap too far for our imaginations that this benign and very cute little creature should ever be called a troll. Aren't trolls a bit wicked, and not nearly so pretty? This little being who lives in the forest at one with nature, who also likes to dress up as a cowboy, a baker or a sailor, plays the electric guitar or settle down with some knitting is not a troll - please. The little chap with the baggy pants and goofy grin who likes to keep his cupboards tidy and collects pine cones? That's not a troll.

Well, actually, he is. But we renamed him a Pixie. Before you tell me, I know - he's not a pixie either - but sometimes these decisions have to be made. It doesn't seem to bother him.

And to be honest, I don't think most trolls are as clever as this guy. He has a lot of thinking to do - and matching and sorting, and working out puzzles.

In my head he lives in Troll-lek (though we call it Pixie Games) where, should you choose to join him, you can inhabit his beautiful world for a little while, watch for funny things happening in his forest, help him sort out his cupboards, dress him up, rock out with him, help him work out which of his many household things belong together and generally help to keep order in his little corner of the forest.