Trolls, America and ‘Getting Around’

On a recent trip this winter a number of Trolls were spotted in the Wasatch Mountains of Utah. There have also been sightings in Mesa Verda, Arizona and in and around the Grand Canyon. These sightings, along with other evidence has lead Trollologists to the conclusion that there are more Trolls on the American Continent than anyone previously suspected.

This fact should come as no surprise to those interested in Trolls and Trolldom for several reasons. First it is a well documented fact that Trolls, by their very natures, are curious wanderers who take great pleasure in going places they have never been before and in revisiting places they once enjoyed. Secondly, wherever people from Scandinavia, especially Norway, settle Trolls seem to naturally gravitate toward the area. There is actually a large contingent of people and their descendants from all the Scandinavian countries scattered in Arizona, Utah and other Rocky Mountain states so it there weren’t any Trolls around them it would be unnatural. Some of these Trolls, like our House Troll Maas, followed ‘their families’ here while others slipped in unnoticed over the years in a variety of ways. Others were born here and that leads to the third point. Trolls have known of the Americas long before the first of the Europeans arrived.

The Norseman would have you believe that the first Troll to arrive in Greenland came with Eric (Erik) the Red as a servant and status symbol. (Few, if any, could ever afford to have such a luxury as a Troll in such a capacity and far fewer could befriend a Troll but Eric, born Eric Thorvaldson, is reputed to have been such a leader.) His son Lief the Lucky (Lief Ericson) visited the New World, calling it Vinland, several years later and some say that same Troll went with him and stayed behind when they returned to Greenland possibly gaining his freedom as a reward for some great feat or heroic action. This claim, by the Norseman however, is put into some question by many of the artifacts found in North, Central and South America among the ruins of the several great civilizations found there. If one looks closely at some of the masks, statues and other artifacts found there one can easily wonder if they are not ‘Troll inspired”.

How Trolls got to the American Continents is anybodies guess though it is possible some may have crossed over the Bearing Straights or perhaps one of the ancient ‘mountain sized’ Trolls carried smaller ones across the waters to Iceland and on to Greenland (using the current names for them) and beyond. There is even a remote chance that they traveled over the Arctic Wastes to explore the ‘new world’. I suppose it really does not matter how or even when they arrived because the point remains that there are and were Trolls in the Hemisphere of the Americas for as long as can be remembered. Personally, I like to think , that ever since their creation Trolls have ranged throughout the world and have thus influenced nature and civilization in unknown ways. I even heard once that one of the great peaks in the Rocky Mountains was actually a Troll at one time but there is nothing to prove formally that this is true.

This migration of Trolls was not without risks. With the ever growing expansion of Humans, Trolls found it harder and harder to find th privacy and isolation they desire. To avoid unnecessary and usually unwanted contacts, most Trolls moved deeper into the hills and underground or further into the uncharted/uninhabited regions of the planet. Here they built a few villages and set up homes hidden away from mankind. Those who moved underground dug tunnels and passages linking many natural fissures and caves hidden deep below the surface. Clever Troll artisans took great pains to conceal hidden doors and other entrance ways in order to prevent the inquisitive risk taking humans from intruding to far into their world.

This retreat from humankind brought with it one unforeseen problem and that was the limitation of travel to and from the New World. The discover made by Columbus verified Viking tales foretelling further complications that over the next century would further split the two ‘worlds’ apart. The Trolls became aware of this and began to discuss possible solutions. Some were for driving the ‘human menace’ away by what ever means necessary. Many Trolls perished vain attempts to stop the human onslaught. Other Trolls decided that they would ‘hide in plain sight’ where they could somehow strike a balance between the two groups. Among these were the Tusselader (Nuisance Trolls), Nissen, Long Tails, Tann-Verk-Trollet (Tooth Ache Trolls) and the Nokken. The Huldra, because of their special abilities, chose to live on the fringes of humankind in order to work their special kind of trouble to unsuspecting humans. For other Trolls the prospect of eventually bringing the two divergent groups together into one great Family on Earth. These would, from time to time, mingle with humans providing information that Trollologists now use to help Humans understand Trolls. These are often the house Trolls and others who bring humans into their world.

Since that time Trolls have slowly faded into legend and myth as historical stories are altered to become tales used to teach children to be obedient or to scare them away from misbehavior. Sightings became fewer and fewer and after a time most people no longer worried about Trolls until they met one in the woods. This suited the Trolls just fine and they did all they could to preserve their privacy. It was only when a Troll went berserk, did something reprehensible, or did something extremely stupid or foolhardy did Trolls enter the thoughts of their human neighbors.

Another complication that developed was the restriction in travel and exploration opportunities. This was especially true when it came to communications between the two hemispheres and for a time it appeared that the Americas would be cut off from Europe and Scandinavia. This was totally unacceptable to the Trolls so they began to look for a solution starting in the early 1600s. What they decided is only now being reported because some of those Trolls who spend their time near and around Humans felt it was time to discuss the topic.

Most of this information comes from the question I asked Maas. I had noted years ago in my Grandfather Bernt’s surviving writings the mention of the start of a great tunnel project that would link the two hemispheres by a tunnel ‘under the great waters’ by which I believed was the Atlantic Ocean. I also noted that he had promised not to tell so I had kept the idea to myself. I was very surprised because he indicated that he had been taken to the site by Zeka, the Phantom Troll. I could not imagine why the Trolls would do such a thing, namely letting a human in on their most secret project but then I realized that it was the job of the Phantom Troll to keep the bridge open between the two races. Zeka and Bernt had a relationship that few of their kind ever had so I suppose that if anyone ever was told about the tunnel it would be him.

A few months back I finally got the nerve up to discuss this concept with those here at the ‘story place’ and to my surprise others had heard of the tunnel and had also kept it secret. In fact one of our number used the tunnel regularly to send Trolls and Troll information to America. He explained that because of his work at the Trollshop, from time to time, he has to deliver items to Trolls who live in America. In so doing he had accidentally learned of the tunnel from one of his ‘agents’ about five years ago. When I asked him for more details Anders simply replied that he did not know the exact location of the tunnel. He also explained that he had been asked not to tell anyone, a point that we all took as an excellent reason for keeping a secret, especially since the request came directly from a Troll. Besides, we all had reacted the same way for a variety of reasons.

When I finally approached my friend, Maas, our family house troll, he was reluctant to talk about this tunnel but when I told him what we already knew he decided that it would be safer to let out some of the facts rather than endanger Humans and Trolls by creating unnecessary confusion.

Maas told me that in the early 1600s the Trolls gathered together to plan a way to avoid humans and to continue their contact with the Trolls in the New World. To accomplish this they turned to the one skill all Trolls seem to share, they are tunnelers. They decided to did a tunnel from an area in ‘Norway’ to America.

The first problem was where they would start and where they would end. At the time the American Colonies were growing and there was still plenty of open space. Several Trolls were dispatched to contact those in the new world and it took them many months to traverse the Iceland, Greenland, Vinland route. When they finally met they took several more months to decide the exit location which I will not divulge except to say it is somewhere in one of the Carolinas. The starting point is located in an area full of natural caves near an area called Mo-I-Rana. Here there are hundreds of kilometers of limestone caves which provide a natural camouflage to such a humongous task. Today it is a major focal point cavers (spelunkers) from all over the world including those who like to explore caves under water. No one would or will suspect what lies deep below the lowest point of those caves.

Construction/digging was all under the direction of Thoog the Bold who was assigned by the Council of Elders to oversee the project. He lead the project for the first 125 years when unexpectedly he was caught in the open at dawn and turned to stone. Vorg Blackhair took over and for the next 98 years oversaw the digging until they reached the point when they had to start digging upward. The final phase was directed by Gprog who was the first Troll to step out onto American soil. It was he who created the outer door that to date no human has ever found.

All through this time the Americas had grown. A Revolutionary War had been fought as had a second war with England in 1812. Westward expansion had begun and a great Civil War was about to happen. To the Trolls the project was progressing rapidly by Troll standards. Shoring and support both of stone and of wood had been included. Caverns had been delved out for rest and support. Points where they could seal off the tunnel to stop flooding were built in and so much more. The project kept the Trolls out of sight and for the most part out of the collective mind of the human race and with the exception of those mentioned earlier Trolls faded into myth. The tunnel was finished in the Spring of 1892.

I tried to press Maas for details like how they circulated air and what they used equalize the pressure and I had a hundred other questions about how they had accomplished this phenomenal undertaking. He looked at me and smiled before turning to vanish into the shadows.

“Magic.” he said over his shoulder. “Troll Magic.”

So that is how the Trolls now ‘getting around’ to America. The trip takes several weeks for most Trolls but it is safe and secure and has never been compromised. Maas did indicate that Trollkind still use the tunnel regularly but he also said that it has become kind of a destination in and of itself and that it has been enhanced and expanded over the years. He said that a four meter tall Troll can walk upright in it and that it is at least four meters wide. The edges are rounded and it is as comfortable as any hole/cave can be. I am going to do some more research into what my Grandfather Bernt knew and perhaps I will incorporate it all into a story. In the meantime keep an eye open for Trolls because you never know where or when you will see a Troll.

TROLL RELATED DISORDERS AND SYNDROMES

THAT AFFECT HUMANS

Published by: Troll Enthusiasts Anonymous (TEA)

Dr. Sigmud Froud, President

Here is a basic list of Common Symptoms that Troll Collectors and other troll enthusiasts should be aware. Any one of these symptoms might indicate they have one or more of the Syndromes and/or Disorders listed below. If you notice any of these symptoms see a Psytrollologist or immediately for treatment.

          1 You find the necessity of explaining your actions to                          friends and family a  regular occurrence.

2. You notice, on a regular bases, a sudden, unplanned, disappearance of funds due to the appearance of the 'must have' addition to your collection.
3. Your home and or office (and other spaces) have a lack of surface space for day to day activities due to them all being covered by trolls or troll projects.
4. You notice the frequent sad shaking of heads and other body motions as peers and family realize all you talk about is somehow related to troll stuff.
5. You are such a regular that 'on line' auction sites direct you to trolls the moment you sign in.
6. You name your trolls and create stories and background for your trolls.
7. Your pictorial record is mostly of your human and/or your troll family,
8. You cannot go anywhere in your residence where there is not at least one troll.
9. You have more than five boxes of trolls you cannot display.
10. You have dressed as a troll at .least one time.
11. You have made common and/or specialized troll clothing and dressed trolls in them.
12. You accessorize your trolls with items from other sets such as Fashion Dolls, Military Action Men, etc. and have a stash of mirrors, guns, equipment etc ready to use.

1. OTD (Obsessive Trollpulsive Disorder) This disorder is defined as the uncontrolled urge to buy, sell, create and otherwise collect trolls and troll related items.
2. TMT: (Too Many Trolls Syndrome) This syndrome occurs when a person (usually a collector, collector's family member or other closely associated with the collector) starts to see trolls everywhere they look. This is not limited to the toys or figures but frequently includes other representations of trolls and trollkind. It can also occur in people who's heritage involves myth and/or legends involving trolls and trollkind. These secondary people may see shadowy forms and troll shapes in common things and/or scenes.
3. TPH (Trollaphilia Disorder) An irresistible love of trolls.
4. THS (Troll Hoarding Syndrome) This disorder is often subjective but when a person admits, at least once, that they have more trolls then what they know what to do with, they may have this syndrome.
5. THTD (Troll Hair Tickling Disorder) A person with an uncontrollable urge and/or need to stroke, caress, rub, etc. mohair and other hair attached to any type of troll representation.
6. T-Zzz (Trollcolepsey Disorder) A person with this disorder finds their sleep pattern disrupted or irregular to an extreme because of their working on their troll collection or other troll related hobby.
7. CD (Covetrollitus Disorder) A person with this Disorder shows a great jealousy and/or irrational urge to possess every troll and/or troll related item they see. This Disorder often is accompanied by a major symptom known as Kleptrollmania.
8. KS (Kleptrollmania Syndrome) the uncontrollable urge to take possession of a troll regardless of legality or actual need.
9. FTD (Faulty Trollvision Disorder) aka Trollucinations A person with this disorder sees trolls everywhere they look. Where some levels of TMT have similar symptoms, FTD manifestations are frequent and much more realistic and substantive then TMT. Though generally visual they can be, on rare occasions, auditory or tactile in nature.
10. TD (Trollasociative Disorder) A person can only relate to the 'real world' by using troll and other Norse myths as reference points.

My friend, Martin's, niece said she would be visiting our page   So Kaylee. (I hope I spelled that right but after all I am NOT a professor of name spelling)   what do you think???   Let us know.  Have your dad or mom mention it of FB or send us an email. 

We were glad to see you July 4, 2015

Aren't these woods wonderful???

Here are a few of my newest Troll Family Members

CHRISTMAS STORY 2014

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL 

FROM GRANDPA MARTIN'S

TROLL CAVE!!

The Clumsy Troll

by Martin Calderwood

2014

Once upon a time there was a very clumsy troll named Clontz. He was so clumsy that he could even trip over his own tail when it was behind him. Clontz lived in a small Troll village hidden deep in the rugged mountains of Norway far away from where most humans ever dared to travel. His home was not very big but it was cozy and warm and almost always broken somewhere because he was so clumsy. On one day you might go by and find his door lying on the ground because he was putting away his big mug and slipped on his moose hair rug and fell through the door into the street. On another day you might walk by and hear a loud crash as he sneezed while inhaling a soap bubble and trying to reach a rag to blow his nose. If you bothered to check further you would learn that he'd knocked his clean dishes all over the floor and through the window into the backyard. If he were out walking down the street, it followed, as day follows night, that he would bump, run into or step on someone or something sending it all Topsy turvy or helter skelter. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried he just had all kinds of strange, silly and sometimes impossible mishaps that he could never avoid.

Clontz's favorite holiday was Christmas and even though he was clumsy and had lots of accidents, he still had many friends in the village and in the mountains around it because he was nice and did his best to repair any damage he caused. The trolls and the animals had learned that as long as they stayed several feet away from Clontz, they were usually safe but on the other hand no one dared get too close because something might happen to them or their things. So, even though Clontz was happy he was also sometimes a little lonely because he was clumsy and that was just how things were and since he could do nothing about it he made the most of it.

So Christmas was coming and Clontz was trying to think of something to do for all of his friends. He had tried baking cookies but he'd burned his pan and dumped flour all over his two cousins who had come to help. He tried to carve them each a gift, but his knife had slipped out of his hand and just missed the village elder who happened to be walking by outside. (The knife had flown perfectly through the window, breaking it again, and gotten stuck in the old Trolls walking stick.) He'd even asked his aunt to help him make a warm hat for some of them but when he went to cut out the pattern he accidentally trimmed off a foot of her hair and one toenail as the scissors snagged on his table and flipped out of his hand.

One evening he was sitting on a large rock on top a hill that looked down on his village when suddenly he had the most brilliant idea. He would travel to the human town on the far side of the mountains and buy each of his friends a present. Excited, he jumped off the rock which loosened it and before he could turn it began rolling down the hill toward the town. Startled, Clontz stood for a moment then began to run down the hill after the boulder yelling for the villagers to 'LOOK OUT!!”

After a few yards he caught up with the stone which, at that moment, struck a fallen tree and flew up into the air so Clontz could not catch it. The stone arched toward the village and before he could blink twice, the heavy rock came down right in the middle of the village square. The loud impact made everyone jump as it flattened a cart full of bags of flour the village baker had ground to make pies and cakes for the upcoming Yule Party. The flour exploded all over the baker, who had been pushing the cart, so he looked like a giant snow troll. When Clontz got to the village everyone was laughing except the old baker who turned and glared at Clontz who immediately began to help clean up the mess.

When the flour was cleaned up as best as it could be, Clontz went to his home and gathered a pouch full of gold troll coins. He then took up his warmest coat which, of course, caught on his bed post and pulled it into his mop bucket which sloshed water all over so that he slipped on the mud and crashed to the ground sending his honey jar through another window onto his great aunt's dress covering it with honey as she just happened to be passing by.

The last thing Clontz heard as he scuttled out of the village was one of the Elders wishing him luck on his trip and urging the clumsy Troll to take his time getting back. He did not hear a couple of his friends expressing their concern for the human town he was going to visit.

The trip to the village was only unusual in the fact that not too much happened. Clontz only fell down one small ravine, started a small rock slide and knocked over one tree. When he got to the edge of the forest he was hoping that his luck would stay good.

He decided to use the main road to walk into the village. Now a Troll visiting a human village was rare, but not impossible because the two groups traded goods from time to time. When the villagers saw Clontz they were only a little worried. The fact he was approaching early, just after sunset and in the open was a good sign so no one picked up their weapons but several were placed at the ready.

“I have gold and want to buy gifts.” said Clontz as he was met by the night watch.

The two men nodded when the Troll showed them the bag and they heard it clink of the gold coins inside. The men stepped aside and Clontz stepped forward accidentally stepping on one of their feet as he passed. Luckily nothing was broken.

Clontz had not been there ten minutes when he slipped in the mud and crashed into a pillar holding up a porch almost bringing it down. Only the Troll's quick reflexes, created up by years of accidents, kept the roof from falling in. He gave the shop owner two gold coins and so they let him stay.

He looked and looked from shop to shop and twice his tail knocked down stacks of goods and shelves scattering stuff all over the floors. Clontz did not notice the villagers were getting nervous and angry and he had no idea that they only were keeping quiet because of the gold they hoped to get from their 'guest'. But even the most greedy and patient person has their limit so when Clontz picked up a powdery puff and gave it a sniff the resulting sneeze threw him back into the shop's stove which crashed sending hot coals and flames everywhere. Even though Clontz helped put the fire out and said he was sorry, offering ten gold pieces to pay for the damage the people were fed up.

“Be off!” one cried.

“Leave.. go away. You and your gold are not wanted here.” yelled another

Clontz could hear the sounds of a mob and he knew he had to leave so, after putting the coins on the floor, because the counter was badly burned, he left. He was in such a hurry to get away, he could not stop when a team of horses, pulling a heavy wagon, came by. When he ran into the closest horse, he scared the animal so badly it reared up and scared the other one. The two horses bolted racing down the street with several people chasing after the rig. Clontz did not wait to see what happened, he just fled into the woods accidentally dropping the gold as he ran.. The loud crash and angry shouts he heard behind him faded as he slogged deeper into the woods.

He continued to run for an hour, then, feeling very sad because he had not bought anything for any of his friends, he sat down and began to mope. He was so frustrated that he began to get angry with himself for being so clumsy and when he was angry he roared very loudly about how bad he felt, not for himself but for his friends and the humans he may have hurt (not to mention the poor horses). He hoped the gold he'd dropped, when found, would help a little.

Hours passed. The sun came and went as he sat in the deep shadows feeling down. Christmas (or Yule/Jule as he called it) would be there tomorrow. Father Troll would come in the next night and all good troll boys and girls would get their gift from the old Father. As dawn approached friends and families would gather for the great celebration. Food and gifts would be exchanged then all would feast, dance and participate in contests of skill and nonsense through the day and the next night. And Clontz had nothing to give.

As he sat, the sky began to fill with clouds and by dusk the winds blew and snow began to fall over the land. Clontz tried to ignore the snow but finally, after he was covered with a full half foot of the white stuff, he decided to seek shelter. He leaped off the stone, took a step and immediately slipped and stumbled into a tree knocking off all the snow on top of him. Frustrated he leapt up and his feet flew out from under him landing him on his tail which bent double. Finally he simply crawled to a nearby cliff looking for a troll hole to enter. It took him several minutes, on his hands and knees, to find the stone that covered the entrance. With some real effort he managed to move the cold and slippery stone aside and climb in without hurting himself again.

When the stone was pulled over safely closing the entrance Clontz squatted down and, once again, began to feel very sorry for his friends because he had nothing to give .

“You are not even thinking of yourself are you Clontz?”

The voice from the shadows startled him. He had not bothered to look around but now, as he looked up, he saw an old Troll with a dirty white beard who was dressed in a deep rusty reddish brown fur coat. His head was covered by a pointed hat made of the same fur. A wide black, leather belt held the coat closed. Beside the Ancient Figure was a rough brown bag tied with a long piece of spun rope.

“Father Troll.” gasped Clontz softly.

“Hello Clontz.” said the ancient old Troll.

“I was going to buy presents for my friends and things happen like they always do and I have nothing to share.” blurted Clontz using just one breath.

Father Troll took a couple steps forward his heavy boots scraping the stone floor of the cave. Gently he raised his hand and carefully placed it on Clontz's chest.

“You have a good heart and a gentle soul. I wish I could change your nature but I cannot..that is up to you.”

“But I can't. I have tried. I've tried moving slower, I try to watch all around me and I even tuck my tail but nothing works. Accidents and goofs just seem to flow toward me like water flows to the great seas.”

“Yet water can be dammed.” replied Father Troll with a slight smile. “Focus on the course you will set, not on the one you have traveled.”

Clontz was not sure what to think but he nodded and watched as the old Troll picked up his sack.

“You are as you decide to be and not what is behind where you stopped your flow. I will see you in a short while.”

Father Troll turned and clomped off. Clontz listened until the echo of the heavy boot's sounds faded then sat down again to think.

“I can be what I want.” The words played over and over again in his mind. “I want to to stop being clumsy and I want to give my friends gifts.” he said standing up.

Immediately his foot stepped on some loose pebbles and started to slide but he put his foot down hard and he stayed on his feet. Carefully he climbed up the rock and pushed aside the cover to the troll hole. His hand held firm as he pulled himself up into the cold night air. It had ceased snowing and the moon was starting to peak through the quickly vanishing clouds. Once outside he inhaled deeply enjoying his 'new self'' and instantly his feet went out from under him and he fell again on his tail. This time, however, instead of feeling stupid and clumsy he laughed and stood and placed one foot carefully in front of the other and walked back toward the town.

Near the wood's edge he found his bag of gold covered by the snow and untouched. Smiling, he trudged into town and as he stepped into the square in a loud voice he announced. “I am Clontz, the clumsy troll and I have come to buy gifts for my friends. I will sit at the edge of your town and those who wish to show me their gift ideas may come and I will buy what I wish.”

Clontz then turned and walked carefully back to the edge of town where he sat on the stone wall that outlined the edge of the city. He then waited patiently calling out once or twice more his desire. Finally one of the constables came out and seeing him on the wall walked up boldly to him.

“We told you to begone!” he said firmly.

“And I did as I was told but I have returned with my gold. I have learned my lesson and will let you come to me. That way your shops and town will be safe. I cannot change what I am but I can keep the flow away from others and laugh and spend my gold.”

Clontz then let loose a loud troll laugh which to his surprise made the constable laugh too.

“I will see what I can do.. Clontz.” said the constable turning around.

Several minutes passed, maybe more, then one by one a handful of shop owners came out each bearing items from their stores. Fabric, combs, mirrors, toys, and jewelry appeared first. A ball and an ax were shown as were a variety of tools. Young men helped their fathers and employers bring out items that might please the troll. Clontz sat very still and looked over the items carefully.

“The ax and five more, the fabric, all those mirrors and combs. Do you have brushes?” he asked.

One of the young men bowed politely and ran off returning shortly with a box full of all kinds of brushes. Others went and got finer items and soon the entire town was a buzz with this strange event and all seemed to take a liking to the strange troll who admitted he was clumsy but was doing his best to fit in

“Those and this and that....” Clontz had the items carefully stacked. Sometimes he would joke or stop and say this tool or that would be better if it did such and such. He kept his voice soft and he did not move much and he did not fall off the wall.

Soon there was a great pile and the people were beginning to look anxiously at the Troll “I will need a large sled to carry these. I will buy one if you have one to spare that I can tow.”

It took a long while but finally one was found that could be spared. In the meantime one of the villagers began to play a song on his fiddle. A fire was built and the villagers warmed themselves and the heat made the Troll smile too. The people seemed to relax and enjoy themselves as the night wore on. Food was brought out and shared and even the troll was pleased with the sweet treats and roasted meat that they shared with him.

When the wagon finally arrived, having been brought in from a nearby farm, Clontz nodded his approval and then smiling spoke softly. “You have been kind and let me have a second chance. All this gold is yours. I hope it brings you as much joy as these gifts will bring my friends.”

When Clontz bent down to pick up the sack of gold he had set behind the wall it seemed heavier and fuller than he remembered. He carefully stood and then walked, slightly dangerously, to the fire where he placed his sack on the ground. As he did so the aurora of the north burst into view lighting the sky with an explosion of color.

Everybody froze and looked up. Gold and goods were forgotten as nature put on her best show. As the lights faded the sound of jingling bells could be heard and out of the North appeared a sleigh drawn by eight reindeer. Inside was an old man and an even older looking troll. The vehicle came close and the hovered for a minute.

“May this event be blessed as the first step to a lasting peace between troll and man.” said the old man.

“You are all as you should be, caring enough for one another so that you have laid your fears and old selves aside and become a new and powerful force on our world” said the Troll.

“Grow and learn and a Merry Christmas and Blessed Jule to you all.” exclaimed the two in the sleigh at the same time.

The magical vehicle began to glow then in an instant it vanished into the night like a shooting star over the horizon. The Northern lights erupted again taking a final bow and then all was quiet.

Humans and the troll loaded the cart and as Clontz took his place at the tow bars his feet slipped and for a moment he danced around in wild chaos but somehow he did not fall. Laughing,as he regained his balance, he gave a mighty tug and the sleigh moved forward.

“Come back again, you will always be welcome!” chorused several of the villagers as they all watched the troll pull his laden sled down the road with the ease only a troll could do.

And so it was born, in that small village somewhere deep in the mountains of Norway, that may or may not exist today, a tradition and a holiday the villagers would never forget. From that day on, Troll Day, as they called it, December 22^nd became a festive day and a day to remember that everyone can change and all should be given a chance to do so.

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A WONDERFUL AND PEACEFUL YULE TO YOU ALL!

From Grandpa Martin, Clontz and all who are kind of heart and soul.

Dr. Whotroll fun.

TROLEKS

DR. WHOTROLL AND VICTROLLIA FACE THE TROLEKS

CYBERTROLLS

DR. WHOTROLL FACES THE CYBERTROLL MENACE

DR. WHOTROLL, THE FIRST DOCTOR AND TROLLY

DR. WHOTROLL AND TARDIS

Hope you all have a wonderful day!!

Recently we had a chance to go to Comic Con.  Martin was our transport...  We, the trolls, are a bit worried...Take a look at these pictures and see if you spot the common theme....
                                     
                                                 The Professor in the mouth of this 'thing'

 Our photographer on the edge of a slasher blade??

Bird food??

Maas in the fog

Our favorite Zombie on skulls near dead humans

So the moral is... NEVER Cross a Troll!!