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Trolls need love too
Folks say you should never pick up hitchhikers, and usually I don’t, but sometimes I make exceptions. You should too.
So I was riding along minding my own business on a winding mountain road, leaning my motorcycle into the switchbacks, enjoying the mountain air, the view, and the low rumble of my mighty two wheeled steed. I was about to cross a narrow bridge when all of a sudden this tiny, little troll, naked as the day is long, came running out in front of me waving his little arms above his head in the hope I might stop. “Help, help!” he shouted using his squeaky little voice.
Thinking he wanted to collect a toll, I slammed on my brakes using my 50 plus years of riding experience to stop even faster than those kids with their ASB equipped rice rockets could ever do, coming to a halt just inches from the one inch tall troll (Two inches if you count his red hair.) in front of me. “What do you want?” I calmly, but suspiciously asked of the miniscule red and brown creature. “This ain’t no toll road and I ain’t payin’ you nothin’.”
“I’m hungry,” the little guy answered. “Do you have any goats?”
Goats, I thought, how can this little pipsqueak possibly eat a goat. “Sorry, Dude,” I replied, thinking him absurd, and still leery that he might be trying to con…
