.. there was a band of hideous trolls who lived in the forest. They had settled near the forest, at first, like everyone else, but as time went on and people came to chop wood or bathe in a lake, the trolls got more and more jealous of what they wrongly considered to be just their property.
Then they moved into the forest but still kept their houses outside of it: a facade to fool the other persons living a'round about and in the forest nearby. For they didn't want the other people to know what sort of havoc they were reeking within the woods.
As it happens, most of the other people knew it was the trolls, and they knew not to travel too deep into the woods, or even to sing too loudly for everyone knew, though they did not speak of it, of the trolls jealousy of anyone having a voice more sweet than their own.
And were the trolls sweet of voice? But of course they were, for they controlled the Wishing Well that stood in the forest, and everyday they would go to the wishing well and make their trollish wishes :"Oh wishing well Oh wishing well Make my voice sweeter than the rest! " they would call out. And so the Wishing Well did, until the trolls voices were saccharinely sweet and cloying and it made people want to vomit just to hear one word out of them.
Yet the people were frightened of the trolls, so they held their bile in and did not tell the trolls anything but that their voices, indeed, were sweet and marvelous. But when their trollish backs were turned, oh how the people passed notes back and forth in discussion of how much they hated the trolls and the oppression and the terror they reigned down upon them.
... . to be continued .....
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