“YAY!”
Stufur jumped, crashing his
head into the low rock ceiling after Gully Gawk shouted in his ear.
The relief at seeing his
brother-troll unharmed almost made Stufur want to hug him, or would, if he
weren’t a troll.
“What happened?” Stufur
asked.
“Sina came by and told us
about Gryla and how you brought part of the glacier down on her. Har! That would have been fun to see! We’re packing fast to, um, RELOCATE for a while.” His troll grin was more of a sneer.
“Good! We meet the others in Tromsø”
“You
go ahead. Window Peeper, Candle Beggar
and Sheep Cote Clod went to Kreative Dage in
Denmark. Stir up a lil’troll trouble yes?” Stufur cackled.
“I’ll
go get them, but we might be a few days!” Gully Gawk shouted over his shoulder
as he ran out the cave entrance
Pot
Scraper, Bowl Licker, Sausage Swiper and Meat Hook left with Stufur, sneaking a
ride on a fishing trawler heading to Norway.
It
was a long four days for the fishermen.
“Argh,
Troll Trouble!” one shouted when he found the fish storage empty.
“Yow! Troll Trouble,” groaned another when he found
nets tangled in the winch.
The
Yule Lads tampered with the sensors, the sonar, and the GPS. While the fishermen all worked on the
problems, the Yule Lads were having a great meal in the food mess. Sausage Swiper had both hands full and Pot
Scraper had his head in a pan when they heard heavy boots clomping down the
stairs.
Yikes! They had to hide – quick!
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