Barns noveller: visdomspulver, cyklisten raced mot hundar, flickan klättrar otroligt högt träd,

När jag låg i grundskolan läste jag en barnbok, en samling noveller, alla antingen magical-realistiska eller en tur till det orealistiska. Boken var på holländska, men jag är ganska säker på att den översattes från engelska. Jag läste denna bok runt 1996 eller så, så det är äldre än det, åtminstone.

Jag har googlat i stor utsträckning, men hade inga träffar alls. Om någon vet vilken bok det här är från, blir jag väldigt glad. Tack på förhand för att överväga denna fråga!

1: En cyklist på en träningsrunda hittar en racingbana som ägs av dvärgar, där en pojke tävlar för sitt liv mot hundar som försöker fånga honom.

One starts with a girl going out on a training round. She's a cyclist, and a good one -- she can tell from the sound of the tyres whether her weight swings back and forth too much when she takes off. She reaches a fork in the road – or maybe it's a side road she hadn't noticed before? – goes down it, and arrives at a cycling oval with a building adjecent.

She ends up inside the building, and there are small men, perhaps or almost dwarves. One of them asks about her cycling abilities, what sort of speeds and times she makes, and is impressed: "You are more, much more than we are used to." I think she is given orange juice in a wine glass.

A race is announced. A boy on a bike comes up to the start. The dwarves bet madly. When the race starts, the boy starts biking much to fast, a crazy pace, he'll never keep that up — then, when he has a head start, a cage of dogs is released, and she realizes he's trying to stay ahead of the dogs. The dogs are clever, they run alongside the track as though they know their paws won't find purchase on the wood. When the boy crosses the finish line, a fence rises from the ground cutting the dogs of from from the track.

Somebody, I don't know if it was the cyclist or a dwarf, clenched their wineglass so hard that it broke, and their hand is bleeding. I forget the precise ending; something that implies she won't be leaving.

2: Djävulen försöker sälja "instant character" pulver till en affärsinnehavare

A storekeeper with a small general store who gets a visit from a salesmen or representative. The salesman sells instant character: powdered courage, powdered intelligence (he says, but the jar is labeled wisdom), powdered other things, just add water and drink it. The storekeeper has his doubts, but accepts the jars. When the salesman departs, there's a whiff of sulphur.

Shortly after a boy (called David?) comes in and says bullies are waiting for him down the street, don't you have something to make me stronger? The storekeeper tries out the courage powder, and the change is instantaneous: the boy decides to go down the street. But the bullies are waiting for you, says the shopkeeper; "I know," the boy says ‘his voice sounded cool, amused’, “I'm not afraid of them anymore.” In a short time he is back, beaten up.

The weeks pass, and the shopkeeper sells lots of powder; and the jar of wisdom powder gets emptier and emptier, even though hardly anybody every asks for it. When the salesman returns, he is expecting a lot of people who have gone to the bad because people are bad at knowing what their character needs. It turns out the shopkeeper has added a pinch of wisdom to every portion he sold — and wisdom is not intelligence! The salesman stamps his foot, the floor cracks, and he departs through the crack which closes itself behind him.

3: Tredje berättelsen, jag minns inte mycket om. Tjejen klättrar ett mycket högt träd.

There's a girl who is good at climbing trees. Somebody challenges her to climb to the top of a certain tree; she takes off her shoes and climbs it. The bark is pleasantly rough and resiny under her feet. She climbs for a very long time. At the top, the branches bend under her weight.