Once Upon A Time

There was a sad and lonely little troll. He lived under a remote bridge in the land of Nod.

Everyone knew he was a troll, except for him. He thought he was a knight in shining armor. Other trolls would attempt to get to know him, but he would threaten them with his imaginary sword and yell at them "Be gone, unthightly Troll!"

Each day, one or two passers by would try to cross his bridge. He would lisp, "Fee Fi Fo Fum, who attempths to croth my bridge?? I will eat you alive, inthignificant human!"

Many of the would be bridge crossers would back away from the troll in fear. They didn't want to mess with him, even if all he could do was give them a good gumming.

One day a fiery witch came to the bridge. The troll stepped out menacingly, waving his invisible sword. "Be gone from my bridge, little witch! I will thtew you alive!"

The witch looked amused at the poor troll. She approached him gently and said, "Poor little troll, who has told you that you are a white knight? You are a sad and lonely little troll. But with the wave of my magic wand and with the help of my magic mirror, I will help you to see the truth."

She held up the mirror and waved her wand and for the first time, the troll saw himself as he really was. He dropped to his boney little knees and began to weep.

The witch patted him on the head and said, "it will be alright, little troll. All it will take is a few years of psychotherapy. Your bitterness will fade and as it does you will transform into the knight you wish you could be."

With that, the witch crossed the bridge,unimpeded, leaving the little troll to his breakthrough as she carried on to her fabulous costume ball.

The End
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Comments (117)

Gypsy, That is brilliant.
laugh laugh Ian, I'll never tell.

Thanks, Map. wave wave
Wowww.. Did you make that up based on facts? This story sounds familiar somehow? dunno uh oh
I miss my bridge moping
Boy oh boy oh boy ....
A bedtime story
Another infatuated woman
Oh please please please say it's me

I need more exposure my inbox is empty

'-)
See OB...you're getting all the attention you want today...beer ..who needs vlogging
Daniela, this is a fairy tale story. kiss
Nice bedtime story, Gyps.....
Track, you are no troll. cheers
Talking of bridges..anyone know where the Biffin bridge is..confused
Gypo.. Dunno.waiting for your Skype address petal.
Thanks Cal! I guess all my "a** kissing" as Old calls it, is sparking my creativity. grin grin
Ian ask gypsy she has no problem with sending pictures of the twin peaks ...in fact you dont even need to ask...

'-)
Sorry, Ian, mine are milky white. dunno
My mommy always told me bedtime stories that had happy endings.
can't be..i saw freckles under that red hair of yours..i'm sure of it.
Don't we all live fairy tale stories some time in our life? dunno
All prior plans for this evening put on hold.....this Blog is gonna get good.....cheers
Sol, I guess your mom never read you Grimm Brothers fairy tales. grin

I think this one has a very happy ending. The witch goes and has a great time!! dance
Daniela, it's all just a drama, isn't it? I prefer making mine with as much humor as possible.

Cal, should I post the next installment? Maybe 4 years into the future? Or perhaps a prequel...
I tell you that Itchy (witch) she's as cold as ice..tongue
But what happens to the little troll...after his breakthrough.....confused ........grin
I have an idea...

Why don´t we all contribute to this story and add to it, giving our version of it? conversing
Not bad, Old! You ought to write a story all your own.
Now, now Blue....don't get BB angry now, we wouldn't want that......
Daniela, let's do it! Take it away!
Cal, rolling on the floor laughing rolling on the floor laughing rolling on the floor laughing oh dear.
Ian, you are obsessed. laugh laugh
..yea..sorry I am..ill go and find a bridge to crawl under...OB..move over..incoming !
well silicone starts with an "S" and it matched with swiss slayer..rolling on the floor laughing
Ian, you keep digging that hole and we'll have to write a story about the mole who had no one to hold at night. laugh
just skype me already,.ill have plenty to hold then...
That's just paper cakes, Ian. Paper cakes. hug
you know you want to...bouquet
Ian...you've got nice knashers though...grin
My inner thighs smell like roses and jasmine. snooty
see..talking of inner thighs..we are getting closer to the Biffin bridge..
Sol, please read the comment accurately. help sigh
you may not..but we do..heart beating
I read the comment accurately, not to say that if your inner thighs smell like Roses and jasmine who is to say Roses and Jasmine aren't cultivating there.
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