A couple of weeks ago I wrote a story about a troll. I like trolls a lot, and I found this one the other day. A great story by Chris Lindsay, and it even has an illustration by one of my favorite illustrators Theodor Kittilsen.
Long ago, a troll lived in a cave on a mountain. He had a head shaped like a pumpkin, a nose like a banana, skin as hard as a rock, and he was ten feet tall. His name was Thug, and he loved one thing more than anything else: He loved trees.
After the sun went down, Thug came out of his cave and talked to the trees. He ate the acorns on the oak trees and said, “You make me feel smart.”
He touched the soft bark of the birch trees and said, “You make me feel gentle,” and he smelled the needles of the pine trees and said, “You make me feel calm.”
Thug didn’t have a friend in the world, but he treated the trees on his mountain like friends.
If a tree had any dead branches, he pruned it by biting the branches off with his…
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