posted on Oct, 11 2017 @ 01:45 PM
Troll the troll walked through the Accasian forest.
He had walked many for many hours heading back to Aria and Errollorre.
Now he was getting tired.
He spotted a rotting carcass of a large half eaten animal beside a muddy bog.
Troll laid down in the sloppy mud and water and contently fell asleep.
Troll had a dream.
In it he saw the golden hair woman he had met at the Shed.
She seemed sad.
Troll asked her what was wrong.
As the golden hair woman told her tale, each subject that brought her distress appeared as a phantom in front of Troll.
Troll became angry that these things would make the woman sad.
He attacked the phantoms with great rage.
"This not good!" yelled Troll as he attacked the images.
But being merely specters, Troll had no effect on them.
They were like smoke that Troll would charge through.
As he would run through one he would crash into some trees, causing the trees to break and fall to the ground.
Running through another he would stumble into a pond with a great splash.
At one point he ran into a large wildebeest and they both rolled in the mud.
All this flailing about managed to bring a smile to the golden hair woman watching the comical scene.
As Troll rolled to her feet, she laughed.
"Thank you Troll" she said. "You make me feel better."
She handed Troll a single dandelion, and a half eaten glazed donut.
Troll didn't like flowers.
They smelled bad.
But donuts tasted good.
"It is good." said Troll, as he started to bite down on the donut.
But before he could eat the donut he awoke.
It was only a dream.
Troll looked around.
There was no golden hair woman.
Just a rotten animal carcass and a muddy bog.
Troll was disappointed it was only a dream.
Then Troll looked down at his large hand.
He was surprised to see his fingers gently holding a single dandelion.
Troll lifted it to his nose.
It smelled like donuts.