“It was NOT my fault!” Stufur cried.
“Door Sniffer said he smelled something wonderful… that huge nose of his
was actually QUIVERING!” Stufur shook
his head, “He said it was sweetbread and cookies! From the smell of it, a very large
amount! Tons! Heaps! Masses!
A Plethora!”
“What is a plethora?” asked Sausage Swiper, wrinkling his
nose.
Stufur shrugged, “I don’t know, but it sounded like it might
taste good”.
“How did that get Spoon Licker in trouble?” Door Slammer
said, eyeing open the door to their treasure room, itching to slam it shut.
“Wha’ddya mean, ‘Not your fault?’” asked Sky Gobbler at the same
time.
“Fine!” Stufur said, embarrassed, “I threw a spell-stone at
Monster Worm without checking what it was.
It kind of blew up in the cave, and well, it might, um, maybe it melted
part of the glacier and caused that flood.”
The three trolls
listening to the story stared at him in shock.
“So, the Loftur is holding Spoon Licker in one of the
caves. Only the Hidden Folk can get us
in there and save Spoon Licker without running into ole’ Loftur the Monster
Worm.” He explained quickly
“Quick then, let’s make a run for it before that drone comes
back, to save time, we’ll go through the pass,” Door Slammer said firmly.
Skyr Gobbler’s eyes grew wide as saucers, “The PASS ??”
“Uh, uh, no way! I
love my brother but you’re talking crazy!” shouted Sausage Swiper.
“We have to use the pass, and you all know what we have to do
to make it though!” hissed Door Slammer
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