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Little Lilly wanted to go, to the playground, to have some fun the other day. And all the other Trolls wanted to tag along, for it looked like fun, they said. So we went at dusk, for our first try, so no wee ones, would be anywhere near. For you know, Trolls can play pretty hard, and I didn’t know, just what to fear. I quickly found a bench as home base, for those who needed to have a time out. Anyone who couldn’t play gently, or broke anything, found they’d get the rout. First the sandbox became a deep, dark hole, from which to pop up, to scare, thereat. Of course, dodge ball became club ball, so you can guess what happened with that. King of the Hill was a really big thing, since they are all, the most territorial, by half. Surprisingly, the slide was all-OK, but trouble came from underneath, as they laughed. They wanted to exact a toll, of course, in the middle, as you passed above, quite brief. The merry-go-round made them dizzy, knocking everyone down, in a domino motif. The Seesaws became a great big catapult… to the other far side of the playground. The monkey bars! Well, they aren’t monkeys, that’s for darned certain, I expound! They tripped, fell, and smacked themselves senseless with no ones’ help, I ensure. It could’ve been climbed much better, if not covered in so much drool, I’m sure. Swings became broken as they pushed the others, all the way to the moon, oops! And basketball became a slam-dunk, as unfortunately they didn’t fit in the hoops. Hop Scotch took coordination, and you have to be able to wait your turn, too… So, as in tag, they started bumping and fighting, until becoming a crazy piled up dado. Races started more fights as all wanted to win, and threw everyone out of their way! Hearing a laugh, I turned around to see Grandpa Troll, was ready to stop the moray. He stood near the bench, as I stood looking up, amazedly, at what they had done. Now, there were other benches everywhere, but they were piled high, on a single one. I’ll never truly understand the brain of a Troll, for them a playground’s just not fun. And they don’t play gently, and are bigger, than our wee folk, as I had already known. They spent the night, putting things to right, even better than before they’d been broke. And I finally took them home, to find OTHER things, designed especially, for OUR folk.

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The Playground Bench

Little Lilly wanted to go, to the playground, to have some fun the other day. And all the other Trolls wanted to tag along, for it looked like fun, they said. So we went at dusk, for our first try, so no wee ones, would be anywhere near. For you know, Trolls can play pretty hard, and I didn’t know, just what to fear. I quickly found a bench as home base, for those who needed to have a time out. Anyone who couldn’t play gently, or broke anything, found they’d get the rout. First the sandbox became a deep, dark hole, from which to pop up, to scare, thereat. Of course, dodge ball became club ball, so you can guess what happened with that. King of the Hill was a really big thing, since they are all, the most territorial, by half. Surprisingly, the slide was all-OK, but trouble came from underneath, as they laughed. They wanted to exact a toll, of course, in the middle, as you passed above, quite brief. The merry-go-round made them dizzy, knocking everyone down, in a domino motif. The Seesaws became a great big catapult… to the other far side of the playground. The monkey bars! Well, they aren’t monkeys, that’s for darned certain, I expound! They tripped, fell, and smacked themselves senseless with no ones’ help, I ensure. It could’ve been climbed much better, if not covered in so much drool, I’m sure. Swings became broken as they pushed the others, all the way to the moon, oops! And basketball became a slam-dunk, as unfortunately they didn’t fit in the hoops. Hop Scotch took coordination, and you have to be able to wait your turn, too… So, as in tag, they started bumping and fighting, until becoming a crazy piled up dado. Races started more fights as all wanted to win, and threw everyone out of their way! Hearing a laugh, I turned around to see Grandpa Troll, was ready to stop the moray. He stood near the bench, as I stood looking up, amazedly, at what they had done. Now, there were other benches everywhere, but they were piled high, on a single one. I’ll never truly understand the brain of a Troll, for them a playground’s just not fun. And they don’t play gently, and are bigger, than our wee folk, as I had already known. They spent the night, putting things to right, even better than before they’d been broke. And I finally took them home, to find OTHER things, designed especially, for OUR folk.