* This will be before Brozone and before Branch was born*
It was winter, 1978, in the Troll Tree. Clay was dusting snow off pod houses to earn a little extra cash. The last pod he was doing belonged to the meanest troll, in Clay's opinion, Ms. Guffin.
Clay: I'm all done, Ms. Guffin. I'm exhausted and sweaty, but you can't tell cause my grandma wraps me up real tight.
Ms. Guffin: I expected the snow to be gone by the time I had gotten back from the store. You broke our deal, and your word means nothing.
Clay: Okay, there'll be no charge.
Ms. Guffin: So you can tell the village that I let you go without a kind hand out?
Clay shook his head really fast.
Ms. Guffin: *sigh* Does this look like Trollbury Cinnabon rolls? *Shows him a book on Treowulf: Legendary Hero* These won't be very tasty, will they?
Clay: Huh? *tries to grab it*
Ms. Guffin: *pulls it away* I guess if you want, you can have this instead of the $5 I don't really want to give you.
Clay: Thanks. *starts to itch his butt*
Ms. Guffin: And remind your grandmother to teach you that it is rude to scratch yourself in the presence of a lady.
Clay just gave her a surprised look.
Ms. Guffin: Goodnight, Clay.
Clay: Geeze, what a grouch.
When he got back home, he couldn't stop scratching. He undid some of his snow clothes, and when he looked in the mirror, there were red spots on his ears and neck. On his way to the bathroom, he passes Spruce, who just dunked his basketball.
Baby Floyd: Nice one, Spluce!
JD: Floyd? What're you doing? You're supposed to be cheering for me.
Baby Floyd: Johnny! Go go!
Clay: *runs to bathroom* I hope their not... *looks at his butt* AAAAAHHHH!!!
Spruce: Clay slammed the toilet seat on his thing again!
Baby Floyd: Bullseye! Hehe!
Grandma Rosipuff: Clay! Are you alright?!
JD: I had no part in this! I'm innocent!
Minutes later...
Grandma Rosipuff: Troll Pox. Don't worry, Clay, I'll get you some soup, and we'll work together to clear them all up.
Spruce: So they're not just on his face?
JD: *holding Baby Floyd* Are they on his butt as well?
Clay: Zip your square mouth!
Spruce: This is great. When he scratches his butt, we can call him scar butt.
Clay: Grrr...
Grandma Rosipuff: Leave. *turns to Clay* I'll get you that soup now. Love you. Hey, don't scratch.
Clay: *sigh* Nice family, huh Rhonda?
YOU ARE READING
Brozone/Broppy Short Stories
Short StoryStories of Branch and his brothers doing funny things. P.s. Might have stories of Poppy and Branch, too. P.p.s Also will have movie spoofs as well
