Det var en kølig efterårsdag i det danske landskab.

It was a cool autumn day in the Danish landscape.

Blade i gyldne og røde nuancer dansede i vinden, mens Freja betragtede det maleriske syn fra toppen af bakkedalen.

Leaves in golden and red hues danced in the wind while Freja admired the picturesque scene from the top of the valley.

I nærheden lå æbleplantagen, hvor træerne bugnede af frugt, der ventede på at blive plukket.

Nearby was the apple orchard, where the trees were laden with fruit waiting to be picked.

Halloween nærmede sig, og Freja havde besluttet, at dette år skulle landsbyen smage den bedste cider nogensinde.

Halloween was approaching, and Freja had decided that this year the village would taste the best cider ever.

Freja gik gennem plantagen, og duften af modne æbler fyldte luften.

Freja walked through the orchard, and the scent of ripe apples filled the air.

Hendes venner, Astrid og Lucas, var der for at hjælpe.

Her friends, Astrid and Lucas, were there to help.

Men tiden var knap.

But time was short.

Crows havde allerede samlet sig i de nøgne grene, og nyhederne om en tidlig frost fik Freja til at skynde sig.

Crows had already gathered on the bare branches, and the news of an early frost made Freja hurry.

Freja og hendes venner arbejdede hårdt.

Freja and her friends worked hard.

Hver gang de nåede op til toppen af en stige for at plukke de højeste æbler, skreg kragerne og kastede sig over frugten, som om det var en leg.

Every time they reached the top of a ladder to pick the highest apples, the crows cawed and swooped down on the fruit as if it were a game.

"Vi skal være hurtigere," sagde Freja beslutsomt.

"We have to be faster," said Freja decisively.

Da solen gik ned, var der stadig mange æbler tilbage på træerne.

As the sun set, many apples were still left on the trees.

Vinden blev koldere.

The wind grew colder.

"Vi skal bruge lanterner," sagde Freja til Astrid og Lucas.

"We need lanterns," Freja said to Astrid and Lucas.

"Lad os arbejde gennem natten."

"Let's work through the night."

Med lysene fra lanternerne vandrede de tre gennem rækkerne af træer.

With the lights from the lanterns, the three wandered through the rows of trees.

Atmosfæren var næsten magisk.

The atmosphere was almost magical.

Måneskinnet glimtede mellem grenene, og de arbejdede i rolig enighed.

Moonlight glimmered between the branches, and they worked in peaceful harmony.

Men snart var de nedlagt af trætheden.

But soon they were overcome by fatigue.

Astrid og Lucas gik hjem, men Freja nægtede at give op.

Astrid and Lucas went home, but Freja refused to give up.

Pludselig blev stilheden brudt.

Suddenly, the silence was broken.

En gammel krage landede foran Freja.

An old crow landed in front of Freja.

Den så ud til at udfordre hende, dens sorte øjne glinsede i lanternernes lys.

It seemed to challenge her, its black eyes glistening in the lanterns' light.

Freja stoppede, hendes åndedræt synligt som små tågeskyer i den kølige luft.

Freja stopped, her breath visible as small clouds in the cool air.

Hun vidste ikke, hvad hun skulle gøre, men så huskede hun noget, hendes bedstemor engang havde sagt.

She didn't know what to do, but then she remembered something her grandmother had once said.

"At give er at modtage."

"To give is to receive."

Med forsigtighed strakte Freja hånden frem og tilbød et æble til kragen.

With caution, Freja reached out her hand and offered an apple to the crow.

Til hendes overraskelse tog kragen imod gaven, skreg en eneste gang, og fløj væk med dens gevinster.

To her surprise, the crow accepted the gift, cawed once, and flew away with its prize.

Resten af kragerne fulgte efter og efterlod plantagen i fred.

The rest of the crows followed, leaving the orchard in peace.

Med ny energi samlede Freja de sidste æbler.

With renewed energy, Freja gathered the last apples.

Da solen stod op, havde hun nok.

By the time the sun rose, she had enough.

Hun tog de fyldte kurve tilbage til landsbyen, hvor cideren blev lavet i tide til Halloween.

She took the filled baskets back to the village, where the cider was made in time for Halloween.

Freja følte en dyb tilfredshed, ikke kun med cideren, men med sig selv.

Freja felt a deep satisfaction, not only with the cider but with herself.

Hun havde mødt udfordringen og vundet.

She had met the challenge and won.

Da Halloween-festen begyndte, gik hun gennem landsbyen med en ny bevidsthed om naturens skønhed omkring hende.

As the Halloween party began, she walked through the village with a new awareness of the beauty of nature around her.

Hun var klar til endnu større eventyr men vidste, at hendes hjem havde mere at tilbyde end hun engang havde troet.

She was ready for even greater adventures but knew that her home had more to offer than she had once believed.

Slut.

The end.