Gully Gawk peeked out from
under the low table in Kronborg Castle with Sheep Cote Code beside him.
Their mouths stretched wide in troll-like
grins. Candle Beggar was in the shadows and
Window Peeper was high on top of a cabinet.
Sheep Cote Clod snickered at the
confused lady looking for her car keys, which now hung from Window Peeper’s
bony fingers. The keyring’s rhinestones glittered in the beams of sunshine and
they clinked as Window Peeper moved, admiring them.
She
heard the noise and started to look up.
Quickly, Candle Beggar squawked from one side of the room. She whipped around to the direction of the
noise.
Gully Gawk gave a horribly fake
sneeze and the lady jumped in that direction.
Sheep Cote gave a troll-moan and the lady jumped straight up in the air
then ran for the door, shouting, “Oopha,
we got troll trouble!”
They
had snuck across Denmark for days now, swiping milk, and pilfering shiny
keepsakes, taste-testing and playing troll pranks. They had slinked and slithered from Amalienborg
to Rundetarn. They never got tired of
hearing someone groan, “Troll trouble!”
They
snickered at the frightened lady and they jumped from their hiding places. Hauling Window Peeper to the door, they
peered out to see if the coast was clear.
A
white and orange object was flung straight at them! Candle Beggar was hit straight on the head
and knocked on his backside.
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