Skipping through the Mirkwood on her way to buy cupcakes, Billie finds her way across a bridge barred by a gruff, if gorgeous, troll demanding a toll. Worse, there's a strong hint the herculean hermit will be happy to take a pound of flesh as her tribute.
Lonely troll Granita may be more bluster than bite, but if Billie can't persuade the comely colossus of the copse to accept another form of currency, her sweet treat could cost her an arm and a leg -- literally! She'll have to hope she can find something even sweeter with which to tempt her Titan.
Trolling for Cupcakes By JL Merrow Billie read the sign. Twice. Then another time for good measure. Each time, it said “Privit. Futparth Cloesd. No Trespisers. That Meens Yuo.” Not a very friendly message, Billie thought. Distinctly unwelcoming, in fact. And annoyingly inconvenient. She’d been using this short-cut through the copse for months now. It was the quickest way from her house to Pixies’ Cupcakery by about half a mile. If she went the long way around, she’d probably end up using more calories than she gained from her mid-morning treat, and that didn’t seem very cost-effective. She folded her suntanned arms and stood there, tapping one sandal-clad foot and scowling at the sign. Annoyingly, it didn’t take fright and scurry away into the trees. Then again, neither did it turn in
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