Once, like all stories, in a land very far away and long ago
there lived a family of Trolls. There was a papa troll, a mama troll
and two brother trolls. The older brother was named Urt, a fine troll name.
The younger brother was named Harold. The Trolls lived in a cave
just outside a very small village. For many years the Trolls stuck
to their cave eating their favorite food. Rocks. Shiny rocks, dull rocks
jagged and smooth rocks. They ate them all. Now Trolls don't age
as quickly as you and I. For every 100 years they age about 5. Another
important thing to know about Trolls is that turn into the very thing they
eat if they are caught out in the sun. Trolls are known to despise humans
and they try to avoid them. They stick to caves, rivers, and sometimes under
bridges. Harold was a very special Troll. He wasn't like other Trolls.
His mother would always say "Now eat your rocks and you'll grow big
and strong!" Harold. Hated. Rocks. He didn't like the way the crunched
or felt. Rocks were just disgusting. Trolls are supposed to be very mean
and rotten creatures. For fun they stomp on flowers and kick little forest
creatures like footballs. Harold didn't like to stomp or kick, but he loved
to laugh and sing. He tended to the flowers his brother stomped
and bandaged the little forest creatures his brother kicked. Harold was
a good Troll. He laughed and sang all the way until sun up, when all trolls
hide from the sun to sleep. Harold would sometimes even sing in his sleep!
There aren't very many trolls around now, but if you're near a cave, be careful
and listen for growls and grumbles. If you hear laughter or a quiet song, maybe you've found
Harold... then again maybe not.
The End.
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