“I got troll trouble!”
Gully Gawk smirked as he heard the farmer’s loud grumble. The man must have found the tipped-over and
emptied milk buckets. Even the ones
Gully Gawk left upright were drained dry to the last drop. He snickered as he jumped from hummock to
lava rock, to where his brother Sheep Cote Clod hid.
Sheep Cote Clod loved fresh sheep’s milk but his troll
brother Gully Gawk preferred cow’s milk.
They loved to play tricks on the farmers whose herds they chased. Coming down from the mountains they would
slink across the fields and around the edge of the barn to drink all the
milk. They were quick and sly, and never
caught. It was even more fun to chase
the heard and get a fresh mugful during the day while the herds were in the
pasture.
This day was just one of those. As Gully Gawk started to jump over the last
rock, the earth shook and rumbled. The
ground roll under them and Sheep Cote Clod fell backwards off his rock while
Gully Gawk slipped and went face-first into the moss.
“GGGGRRRRR” they troll-growled in unison. That troublesome Katla volcano shook the
earth and now she threatened to blow!
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