I entered the village as a troll. A mask of flesh and bone covered my face which I knew was painted a certain way. Pelts and hides of questionable origin draped over me the way Spanish moss drapes over branches. I looked like death and smelled twice as bad. Towering over men and horses, everyone fled from me. Which was okay with me. I wasn’t feeling sociable at the time anyway. A little kid ran towards me while everyone else was running away. He stopped in front of me. I stopped facing him.

“Hi.” ~grunt~

“My mommy said you’re going to eat me because she says I’m a bad boy and trolls eat bad kids. I really don’t taste good. I’m dirty and dirty food makes you sick.” I nodded while trying not to burst into laughter.

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