Bearagroves and Bully Frogs

While cleaning house I over heard the Trolls talking down below. There was to be a battle in the grove, between a bear and a Troll. They said this would be the end, to beat all ends, as only one would win. Well, I’m a mother… so this worried me… on how this would all end. A Troll and a Bear… fighting…I feared nothing good could come of that. So, I had to find a way to come between them, to stop them in their tracks. I talked to the Trolls, who said: this was a thing they… simply… had to do. In fact, they said they’d all go, and would cheer it on, till it was finally through. They left when I wasn’t looking, and I had to be there to stop it… so I ran. The battle would be in the Bear groves where the bully frogs all live. First I tripped over a root, breaking my shoe, so barefoot… I continued on. Then I fell into the creek, coming up with mud everywhere, all around. Brambles caught my shirt tearing my sleeve, but I certainly, wouldn’t give up. I’ll admit, that Panic does some strange things, as I continued… to… speedup. Watching where I was going would have been a really good thing, I agree. But, I ran into the grove, a mad woman, with pepper spray in my grasp, you see. Low and behold, I’d been wrong! There was a card game quietly going on. The bears and the Trolls in their best clothes: and all sat there, giving a yawn. It then dawned; this was a poker game of high stakes, which I had come upon. The bully frog referees and everyone looked at me, like my mind was totally gone. Actually, that’s probably right... Maybe, with worry… I truly had… gone mad. Quietly I sat down, to watch the game… until the bear won it all… how sad. Embarrassed, I tried to quietly sneak out: very quickly, you can be assured. Low and behold, I ran straight into a tree… getting their attention, for sure. Laughing hilariously, one of the Trolls picked me up, and carried me home. He said, he was afraid for my health, should I be allowed to further roam. They were right of course, but my mind will be better by tomorrow morn You’ll see… I’ll prove it… when my next new poem is born…