Pretend the photo of Taryn is actually at night lol.
"Mutton yesterday, mutton today, and blimey, if it don't look like mutton again tomorrow." A troll wearing an apron said, while he stirred a spoon in a cauldron of something cooking.
"Quit yer' griping." One of the trolls said to the complaining troll. "These ain't sheep. These is West Nags." The troll holding the ponies said to him. The trolls name is Tom.
"Oh, I don't like horse. I never have. Not enough fat on them." A troll with a vest on said. The trolls name is William.
Bilbo had managed to sneak a little bit closer and crouched down in the bushes nearby their camp. He could see behind the trolls a small pen which had the ponies in it.
"Well, it's better than the leathery old farmer. All skin and bone, he was. I'm still picking bits of him out of me teeth." The troll that is cooking said to the other two trolls. The trolls name is Bert.
The troll with the vest on sneezes into the the cauldron. Bilbo makes as disgusting look as he watches the trolls.
"Oh, that's lovely, that is; a floater," the troll who is cooking says annoyed.
"Oh, might improve the flavor!" The troll that brought in the ponies exclaimed.
"Ah! There's more where that came from," says the troll that just sneezed.
He begins to sneeze more, but the troll that is cooking grabs him by the nose. Bilbo, unseen, gets behind them.
"Oh no you don't." The troll that grabbed the one that sneezed said. He then throws him down onto the ground.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Yells the troll that sneezed.
"Sit down," the troll that is cooking says to the one that sneezed.
William sneezes again, this time into a handkerchief he pulls out from behind him. He sniffs for a long time. Bilbo, reaching the pen in which the ponies are held, attempts to untie the ropes. He hides as William turns towards him
"I hope you're gonna gut these nags. I don't like the stinky parts." The troll named William complains. Bert hits William with his ladle, and William squeals in pain
"I said sit down!" Bert yells out to William.
"I'm starving! Are we having horse tonight or what?" The troll named Tom asks.
"Shut your cakehole. You'll eat what I give ya'." The troll named Bert says.
As William pulls out his handkerchief, Bilbo sees that he's wearing a long knife in his belt. Bilbo, unable to untie the ropes restraining the ponies, attempts to get the knife from the troll.
"How come 'e's the cook? Everything tastes the same. Everything tastes like chicken." Tom complains.
"Except the chicken." William says.
"That tastes like fish!" Tom exclaims.
"I'm just saying, a little appreciation would be nice. 'Thank you very much, Bert,' 'Lovely stew, Bert'; how hard is that? Hmm, it just needs a sprinkle of squirrel dung." Bert says to the other two trolls.
The trolls continue to argue and Bert hits William again with his spoon. Bilbo gets behind William and tries to reach for the knife, but William stand up and scratches his bottom. Bilbo is disgusted.
Wiilliam, about to sneeze, reaches behind him for his handkerchief, but accidentally grabs Bilbo instead, and sneezes all over him. He then realizes that he's not holding any ordinary booger.
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