-Once upon a time, there was a farmer who was crazy about having fun. As soon as he got up in the morning he went into the sauna and as soon as he finished his chores for the day he returned there. In the end he was used to the heat in his sauna and therefore built a new sauna that was even warmer. After a while he had to build a new one and then he kept on until there was no sauna in all of Finland that was hot enough for him.

-The rumor of this heat-resistant farmer spread quickly over the land and eventually the devil himself was told of him. "I'll probably give him all the warmth he needs," thought the evil man, and went up to the farmer. "Farmer! I have a sauna that is probably warm enough for you" said the devil. "Thank you for the invitation," said the farmer. "Let's get rid of it right away!" When they reached the gates of hell, the devil shouted to his demons to burn like never before, for here they had one who liked heat. The farmer squinted when he felt the heat rising around him and threw off his clothes. "Sit here, dear friend," said the devil, pointing to a red-hot stone. The farmer did, but still thought that the stone was a little cold. The devil snorted at his guest and ordered the demons to screw up the heat even worse. Despite this, the bass player only seemed to enjoy it even better.

-The heat from the overheated hell now began to yield results on the earth's surface. Volcanoes turned up here and there, and the polarizers began to melt. Eventually, the devil's own whiskers took lighthouse and then it was enough. "Out with you, your wretch!" yelled the devil to the farmer. "I never want to see you again!" So the farmer had to leave home. He was sad that he had to leave the nice heat, but still happy to know that he must now be admitted to heaven when he died.