Confessions So True

The trolls went on vacation last week, they were tired of so much sun. They went north for a touch of snow, you know, to have a little fun. Now here we sat, all by ourselves, without a thing, we need to do. No Trolls for laughter, the spice of life, our fun filled lives were thru. Grandpa Troll was a chef at heart, he cooked for all, including ourselves. Need I remind you, as a cook, they had all gladly put me, on the shelf. So here we were, at all our meals, scrounging for anything that’s left. And any time I smiled and offered to cook, they scrounged farther yet. So I ask them…what they did want… and got a solid… I don’t know. Their only help was, what am I gonna get? Did the Trolls leave a note? Then the whine of: when will they be back and OH NO not this again! What is it? They soundly ask… It looks like, well I don’t know, you win! So all at once they deserted me… out the door they quickly did go. Not wanting to be left behind, I caught up, then lead the stampede, just so. I didn’t tell them there was a note, and ready-made food in the freezer. You see: I wanted to go out to eat… We hadn’t eaten out in a while, either. So here we go for one more time… as I say the treat will be on me. And I lead them deftly down the street, yes, to where I want to eat. McDonald’s says the McRib is back and I surely, can’t miss out on that! So the feast tonight will definitely be… McDonalds’, where we all now sat.