Everything was silent in the Troll village until the sun rose above the horizon. The merry sounds of morning chaos commenced as families began preparing to send their children off to school and their papas off to work. Trolls, being more affectionate than most, gave many hugs and kisses at any parting.
While the extended farewells were taking place, the toddler of one family was wobble-walking toward the woods. There at the edge of the woods was a flowering bush that was shaking. This toddler believed it was a bunny or something else just as amazing. When it reached the bush, there was nothing; however, farther off into the woods another bush began to shake. This repeated two more times. Then, as the toddler wobble-walked toward the fourth and final bush, out from behind stepped a terrible, dark creature. It lunged to grab him, but the toddler immediately cried out for his papa.
Even from a distance, the toddler’s papa heard the call. He crashed through the woods to be at his son’s side before the dark thing could touch him. With a roar of fury, the huge Troll raised his foot and squashed the dark creature.