For AllisonSutherland5 which allowed me to write this oneshot! Here is the continuation! Enjoy! 😜
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~ I Gonna Follow My Heart Right Back To You ~ ( Part 2 )
When they arrived at the village, the sun was already rising. Branch jumped to the ground and began barking against the flying insect. He didn't like the trip, hanged to Poppy moaning in fear.
- Leave him alone! Poppy laughed as the gray troll stood like a cat trying to scare an opponent.
Several trolls from the village went to the Snack Pack, intrigued. Who was this black-haired gray troll, who had just hidden behind their princess, on all fours? The wild troll moaned in fear as Poppy approached an old orange-skinned troll. He relaxed a little while feeling the good odor of fruit that emanated from the male, he following the pink troll up close.
- Who is this troll and why he is so... strange? King Pepy asked his daughter.
- It's Branch, the child who was captured by a Bergen! He is still alive!
His ear understood one word of this sentence, Branch ... His name! It had been so long since he had not heard it! He rolled on his back and stared at the old male.
- Please, dad! He was alone in the forest, he needs our help!
The King thought for a moment and finally announced:
- We will help him! Let's start by getting rid of all this dirt! He laughed, leaning forward to ruffle the black hair of the wild troll. Branch licked his face, he liked this troll.
Later, Branch was going around in circles trying to scratch his back. Poppy smiled at him and replaced the sleeve of his jacket. After a good bath, Satin and Chenille had made his clothes: shorts and a leaves jacket that allowed her to walk on all fours comfortably. The gray troll had panicked so much that we were washing him and trying to get him to wear new clothes that Poppy had to stay with him, trying to hide her eyes so as not to see ... You know what.
Branch gave up his game and headed for a tree under the curious gaze of the princess. He tore the moss off the trunk, took it in his mouth, and put it in the little home that the village trolls had built for him. He flattened it and scratched his ear with his foot before observing the village.
- You'll see, you'll love this place! Poppy assured him.
Branch grunted and stood up to explore his new environment. Poppy pointed at her pod:
- This is my home, my house, Poppy.
To her surprise, Branch opened his mouth slightly and tried to articulate:
- 'oppy!
She leaned toward him, a smile on her face.
- "Poppy," she encouraged him.
- Po ... ppy ... Poppy!
He seemed proud of him. He began to jump, shouting her name with joy:
- POPPY, POPPY, POPPY!
She laughing. Branch seemed to like learning things.
All of a sudden, the gray troll's ears stopped shaking for a few seconds. Poppy frowned as her new friend headed for a mushroom crawling almost to the ground. Branch began to turn around the mushroom sniffing the grass and Poppy understood that he was following: a child was trying to hide so as not to be found by the black-haired troll! Branch turned at the last moment and jumped on the child to flatten him on the ground and licked his face. The little green troll burst out laughing trying to push him away as his friends came to try to free him.
