Mug, the Hungry Troll

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Just another hungry Troll story.

 In the land of Tangle anything is liable to happen. It is a magical place, all filled with "Hocus-Focuses" and "Allie-khazams."

There are all sorts of fairyland creatures that live among the flowers and Fawn-ah. And there are shadowy figures hidden in dark places and seen in clouded moonlight.

But in all of Tangle there is none so fearsome as the Giants of Hound-swallow and the Dragons of Angler.


But our story is nowhere near either place, it is a nights flight from Angler and a two days journey from Hound-swallow.

The place I speak of is Tinkle Meadow, a grass and clover covered place with a rippling river running through the midst of it.

To cross the river one must use the stone bridge. It is a very wide bridge with lots of dark and sinister places hidden in it's underbelly; all amongst the shadows.

And living beneath the bridge is a River-Troll named Mug.

It has been said that Mug eats passers-by, from time to time, but it seems he prefers the smaller ones, or so I've been told. Even children he will eat, but he likes the ripe age children, under eight is best.

So it is understandable that the Pixies, Flying-Fairies, and the Hub-Bub Birds don't go anywhere close to the edge of that bridge. As for children, that is another matter.


On this fine spring day, we find Mug taking a noonday nap in the darkest of the bridge shadows.

Suddenly Mug hears the sound of the wind blowing, and a breeze, passing under the bridge, gives him a chill.

"Burrrrr," Mug said, while pulling an old goatskin over his goose-bumped body. "There must be a rainstorm brewing," he mumbled to himself.


"Oh Boo-Hoo-Hoo," a small sounding voice woke Mug up in an instant. "Oh Boo-Hoo-Hoo," the voice repeated, then there cames a moan.

Mug moved to the bridge's edge while thinking, "Is that a tinder young child I hear? The voice sounds no more than seven, the perfect ripeness for a troll such as me."

"Oh, Boo-Hoo, --- Boo-Hoo-Hoo," the voice repeated ever so softly.

"What is the problem, little one?" Mug asked in a very deceptive fatherly voice.

"Sniffle, sniffle," was heard, then the childish voice asked, "Are you my Daddy? I got lost from my Daddy and he can't find me, Oh Boo-Hoo-Hoo."

"Well yes I am, I am you're Daddy, little one. --- Come to Daddy, sweetie, Come to Daddy."

"It's dark down there, Daddy, too dark and I scared! Oh Boo-Hoo-Hoo," said the childlike voice.

Mug replied, "It's OK sweetie, Daddy is here. Just come to the edge of the bridge and Daddy will reach out for you, you'll be safe with me."

"Oh, I don't know, Daddy, I afraid of the dark. You come out and get me, Daddy, please," begged the child.

The sunlight was unbearable to Mug, he couldn't see much of anything. Everything was a blur until he saw what he thought was the figure of a child standing near the edge of the bridge.

"Emm, tinder and plump, under eight I'll bet," Mug mumbled.

"Daddy, come get me, I afraid!" the voice whined.

"Mug don't need to see," Mud told himself. "The tinder and plump is right there. I just jump out and grab her with my eyes closed, then back to shadows I go!"

So Mug jumped out and grabbed what he thought was a child, but it was the end of the tail of an Angler-Dragon.

Then the Angler-Dragon lifted the end of it's tale above it's head, and shook it until Mug let go. Then down Mug went into the mouth of the Dragon.

Gulp, Mug was gone!


"See, catching a River-Troll wasn't hard at all, was it?" asked the Mother of the Angler-Dragon. "But I think you could work on your voice, you know, make it sound even younger. OK?"



JE Falcon



Submitted: November 20, 2020

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