The Lonely Troll – Rob Clucas-Tomlinson
3600 words Children 6 – 9
Bright-beard the happy troll has only one living relative, his grumpy cousin Long-beard, who wants nothing to do with him. Long-beard eventually learns his lesson – but at what cost?
Long ago in London town, beneath Kew Bridge, there lived a troll. Not an angry troll with a gruffly roar and a smelly coat and an old pair of boots where his toes poked through, but a pleasant troll who combed his hair and tipped his hat at passers by. Beneath the bridge the river ran, the grand old Thames where the herons fished. The herons, still as water fountains, stood all day, waiting for fish to wriggle into their beaks. But as they toiled the old troll slept, waiting for the night air to tickle his senses. Because it was then, when the stars appeared and the moon set forth to keep the city from falling into darkness, that he woke and stretched and smoothed his beard and sat upon the bridge to think.