At the beginning of June, Chervil was growing out of control in Bolungarvík. The bayside town north of Ísafjörður called on the piglets Glóð and Gná as specialists. They had the distinguished duty of eating the chervil. The two specialists took to their task with honour and diligence. As of this writing, no chervil is left in Bolungarvík.
Upon arriving in the town, the young porcine newcomers didn’t even have names, but the people of the town were more than happy to fix that. After all, when a guest comes to town to fix a problem, the least one can give them is a name. After they ate all the chervil, the piglets relocated to a farm in Ísafjörður, where they have a happy home.
Their only regret is that there isn’t more chervil.
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