Over himlen i Jægersborg Dyrehave hænger mørke skyer truende.

Over the sky in Jægersborg Dyrehave, dark clouds hang threateningly.

En stærk vind fejer gennem træerne, og Rune skutter sig let, mens han sidder på det ternede picnictæppe.

A strong wind sweeps through the trees, and Rune shivers slightly as he sits on the checkered picnic blanket.

Med ham er Asta og Freja, deres kurv fyldt med midsommers godter.

With him are Asta and Freja, their basket filled with midsummer treats.

Rune sukker dybt.

Rune sighs deeply.

"Jeg vidste, at vi ikke skulle have valgt i dag," siger han.

"I knew we shouldn't have chosen today," he says.

Men Asta ler, som om vinden kun er en let brise.

But Asta laughs, as if the wind is just a gentle breeze.

"Det er bare lidt spændende, Rune," svarer Asta, mens hun bider i et stykke saftigt jordbær.

"It's just a bit exciting, Rune," replies Asta, as she bites into a juicy strawberry.

Freja sidder mellem dem og ser skiftende fra Rune til Asta med et mildt smil.

Freja sits between them, looking back and forth from Rune to Asta with a gentle smile.

Luften er mættet med duften af vilde blomster og dryp af regn.

The air is saturated with the scent of wildflowers and drops of rain.

Hjorte i det fjerne løfter hovedet, urolige.

Deer in the distance lift their heads, uneasy.

Pludselig lyder et brag; tordenen annoncerer sin tilstedeværelse.

Suddenly a crash sounds; the thunder announces its presence.

"Vi bør finde ly," foreslår Rune, hans stemme stram af bekymring.

"We should find shelter," suggests Rune, his voice tight with concern.

Asta trækker på skuldrene.

Asta shrugs.

"Der er en hytte nede ad stien," siger hun optimistisk.

"There's a cabin down the path," she says optimistically.

"Det er ikke langt."

"It's not far."

Men Rune tøver, usikker på om han kan stole på hendes instinkt.

But Rune hesitates, unsure if he can trust her instinct.

Freja lægger en hånd på Runes arm.

Freja places a hand on Rune's arm.

"Nogle gange må vi bare stole på hinandens dømmekraft," siger hun blidt.

"Sometimes we just have to trust each other's judgment," she says gently.

"Asta kender skoven godt."

"Asta knows the forest well."

Tvivlen vejer tungt på Rune, men endnu et lyn oplyser himlen, ude af stand til at modstå, nikker han.

Doubt weighs heavily on Rune, but another lightning bolt lights up the sky, unable to resist, he nods.

"Okay, lad os gå," indvilliger han.

"Okay, let's go," he agrees.

De styrter gennem den tætte skov, regnen slår ned omkring dem.

They dash through the dense forest, the rain pounding around them.

De når til en lysning, hvor et gammelt ege træ står.

They reach a clearing where an old oak tree stands.

Pludselig rammer lynet træet, og splinter flyver omkring dem.

Suddenly, lightning strikes the tree, and splinters fly around them.

Rune mærker et øjebliks panik, men så ser han Asta pege fremad.

Rune feels a moment of panic, but then he sees Asta pointing ahead.

"Dér!"

"There!"

råber hun, og Rune følger.

she shouts, and Rune follows.

De når hytten, små og fugtige men i live og lette.

They reach the cabin, small and damp but alive and relieved.

De falder indendøre med lettede åndedrag.

They fall inside with relieved breaths.

Asta ler, en ubesmittet glæde i kaosset.

Asta laughs, an unblemished joy amidst the chaos.

Freja slår sig ned ved vinduet, betragter stormen, som langsomt stilner af.

Freja settles by the window, watching the storm as it slowly calms down.

Rune trækker vejret dybt.

Rune takes a deep breath.

"Jeg tror, jeg kan lide det uventede," siger han stilfærdigt.

"I think I like the unexpected," he says quietly.

Der spreder sig en let latter i hytten.

A light laughter spreads in the cabin.

Venskabet mellem dem føles stærkere, bundet i det fælles eventyr.

The friendship between them feels stronger, bound by the shared adventure.

Og da stormen endeligt forsvinder, ved Rune, at han har lært noget om tillid og venlighedens styrke.

And as the storm finally dissipates, Rune knows he has learned something about trust and the strength of kindness.

Han ser på sine venner, taknemmelig for deres skarpe syn og glæde ved nuet.

He looks at his friends, grateful for their keen insight and joy in the moment.

Jægersborg Dyrehave er igen rolig, skoven vågner smukt under den solrige himmel, og Rune indser, at selv i stormen kan der findes fred.

Jægersborg Dyrehave is calm once more, the forest awakening beautifully under the sunny sky, and Rune realizes that even in the storm, peace can be found.