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A Bridge, A Gruff and A Troll
Pauley Gruff decided to walk a different way home today. Rather than the straight route through town, he decided to take his wife and son the more scenic route. Billy, his son, pointed to a bridge and yelped “wow! That bridge looks gorgeous daddy. Can we run across it? Can we? Can we? Canwecanwecanwe? Please daddy, please?” Billy’s mum, Goethe, smiled at him and told him that could and then linked her arm through Pauley’s and laid her head on his shoulder.
Suddenly, a creature leapt from underneath and landed in the middle of the bridge. “Stop right there little boy!” roared the beast, and Billy staggered backwards, falling over and crying. Pauley and Goethe ran up to their son.
“I’m sorry,” said the beast. I never meant to scare ya, “I was just playing. I’m a troll, see, and I have to leap onto the bridge whenever anyone comes by and demand something from them as payment.”
“What do you want?” asked Pauley, pushing his son and wife behind him.
“Hey, just because I am a troll, doesn’t mean I am nasty” the creature responded. “Law dictates I have to have payment. So shake my hand and off you go.”