by David Ferrell
The trolls always came at night. They’d eat the sheep and chickens, rip up the crops, and destroy anything else that wasn’t bolted down. They made an awful mess, and after two weeks the rest of the villagers were getting impatient. But Ivan Watts had other problems, and getting rid of those problems required trolls.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Whispers in the Dark
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I feel like I should be able to cull out some much deeper meaning to this story, but for now I'm just enjoying it at face value.
So:
"Good job! :)"
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