|GGB - Ikol the giant - The story so far: . . .
Troll, a foul-mouthed troll from the land of the Bitterists and the Beautiful is on his way to find Ikol, a giant, who hangs out in the land of the Honestists and Banterers. The Bitterists and the Beautiful are bereft at their loss, having come to rely on the troll for their supply of truth. The troll, quite frankly, could not give a monkeys. The Honestists and Banterers have no idea what is about to hit them.
| Part 1: The Bitterists and the Beautiful | Part 2: Leaving the land of the Bitterists and the Beautiful |
Now, dear reader, both you and I know that the grass can often seem greener on the other side of the whatever it is that is keeping you apart from it. But when you get to where you thought that green grass was, all you find is scorched earth. Some dessicated plants. And the distinct whiff of something extremely unpleasant.
Our troll, couldn't have cared less.
Grass or armageddon: whatever, he was on the move. East. Ish.
He'd never met Ikol. Didn't really know what he looked like. Though he reckoned that Ikol being a giant, would be fairly easy to spot. On the horizon.
The troll had heard Ikol described as a mischief-maker; who did not tolerate fools. And enjoyed, by all accounts, stamping on any fool he met. Which made for a whole lot of stamping.
The troll knew they were going to get along marvelously.
Feeling tired, he stopped, stretched, and yawned, and then, just as he was about to set off again, he noticed a small, blue butterfly on a branch. Shimmering like a peacock feather in the sunshine.
The troll blinked.
The butterfly blinked back.
The troll winked.
The butterfly winked right on back.
Tarn it! Wasn't that just the cutest thing?
The troll stuck out his tongue. Wiggled it. A little.
And the butterfly uncurled its proboscis.
And then, snarled. Suddenly. Baring...
The troll jumped, stumbling backwards before landing on the ground in a cloud of dust.
Little f***er, he shouted, struggling to get up again, determined to squish the wretched thing out of existence.
But as he turned around he was astounded to see the butterfly starting to grow quickly, to change, to ...what? No...it couldn't be....
Its blue wings folded in and round its body, which in turn started to swell up quickly growing and stretching and expanding into the biggest b******* giant the troll had ever seen.
Er, Ikol? said the troll, meekly, trembling as he looked up at the giant towering above him, now completely obliterating the sunshine.
The giant laughed a laugh that started the ground shaking, and rocks tumbling, and the troll a-quaking, and then he raised a foot above the troll's head, and started to bring it down.
I'm Ikol, he thundered, Give me one good reason why you should live....
Er, said the troll, Er....Errrrrrrrrr.........
To be continued.....Troll Blog IV: Troll escapes death and finds love of sorts
About the author: Guinevere Glasfurd-Brown, loving mother of Sassie who likes yellow racing cars. Her favourite whisky comes from Lagavulin and she doesn't like whiskey-sour at all. Essex, Suffolk, Cambridgeshire. Writes wonderful fairy-tales.
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