Clay: There they are, Bergens. They dedicate once a year to eating trolls just because it makes them happy. This holiday is called Trollstice. Stupid, am I right? But don't worry, my tribe escaped this horrific event using a secret tunnel route system that they dug themselves! Check it out!
P.s. This is before Trollstice
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Trolls:
What was that?!
Where?!
What?!
Where?!
What was that, shh!
Quick before the Bergens come!
*Silence*
Troll Guard:
Clear!
Trolls:
Dig the tunnel, dig, dig the tunnel!
When it's done, we'll be safe once again!
Dig the tunnel, dig, dig the tunnel!
What was that?!
Shh!
Quick before the Bergens come!
Random Troll:
Dig!
Trolls:
Dig the tunnel is what we do!
Our life is dangerous, but we'll make it through!
Sing and work the whole thing through!
Helping hands is what it takes to make sure everybody's safe!
Friends and family around each bend, let's start over and sing again!
Dig!
Dig the tunnel, dig, dig the tunnel!
If we're strong, we'll get out of trouble!
Dig the tunnel, dig, dig the tunnel!
What was that?!
Who?!
Where?!
What?!
What was that?!
Shh!
Quick before the Bergens come!
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GR: Boys! Spruce?! John?! Clay?! Floyd?!
???: Dig a tunnel! Dig a tunnel!
GR: Hey.
???: AAHH!
GR: Uncle Gron, stay calm. Have you seen the boys?
Gron: No, I haven't, and what a wonderful day it's been. No fractures, concussions, convulsions, or any injuries of the sort! Hahaha! In fact, I haven't even seen that pesky troublemaker...
Suddenly, half the tunnel collapsed in.
Gron: That would be... CLAYTON!!!
Clay was with his brothers standing next to a wooden log that was holding up part of the tunnel. All their faces were red.
Clay: What? I barely touched it.
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Brozone: Younger years short stories
FanficWill include the Brozone brothers, Viva, Poppy, and other troll characters as kids.
