Polly was walking down a hill with a sad face and folded arms.
It has been a few days since the incident and Polly can't recently begun to come to terms with the question of why she is different.
she went to a river and watched her reflection sadly. She stroked the water a little with her fingers. Cooper suddenly came by and saw Polly sitting there alone. He looked at her a little pityingly.
he and Polly hardly talked to each other, as Polly sometimes thinks the others are against her in Poppy's group. He thought for a moment and then went to her. "um ... hey Polly." Polly looked up in surprise.
"Oh...hey Cooper "" So what are you doing here ??. "" Nothing ... "You look sad, it's because of the dance rehearsal a few days ago ??" Polly sighed deeply through "not only that ..." she said and her eyes began to tear slightly.
but she quickly rubbed her eyes. "I know you feel alone sometimes," Cooper said suddenly. "What?" Asked Polly, confused.
"I mean look at me. I have a long neck and four legsand with the exception of you with the legs except that they are a bit shorter. And the hanging hair. I'm the only troll with a long neck "Cooper sighed briefly and then stood up with a smile.
"But it also has advantages, thanks to my four legs I can do really difficult dance steps that I can think of. And with that I, Woap, Woap, won a few dance competitions." Cooper said and did some dance steps. "And if you need someone to talk to, you can always come to me."
"Thanks Cooper, I appreciate that." Polly smiled slightly. She hesitated then asked.
"Hey, would you like to do a partner project with me at the next scrapbook meeting." "Yes! Of course that will be cool". Polly got up and went back to town with Cooper and they both talked.
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Trolls Swaps ( English)
FanfictionWhat if Cooper wasn't the only troll baby that got into a different tribe ??. .how will these troll children get along with other trolls and their music and their dance when they are so different themselves ??. And will these other trolls ever meet...
