The Friendly Troll Book of Secrets
Next morning, when Terry got up, he did the same as he did every day, he made a pot of tea and some toast, then sat at the table to have his breakfast. He sipped his tea and took the first bite from his toast and then, he got this strange feeling that something was not right. He thought for a moment and then, he noticed what it was, The Friendly Troll Book of Secrets, was not on the table.
He gently put his cup down on its saucer, he carefully placed his toast back on the on the plate and ran to the bookcase. He frantically searched every shelf of the bookcase, from top to bottom and then bottom to top but it was nowhere to be seen. Terry took out his magical pocket watch, but the lucky pointer was pointing to twelve, and was still red. He concentrated as hard as he could on The Friendly Troll Book of Secrets, the pointer wavered, flickered to green but returned to red and pointing to twelve. That could only mean that the book was too far away for the magical pocket watch to detect it.
It was then he noticed two sets of wet footprints across the floor, wet footprints, leading from the door to the table and back to the door again. What could it mean thought Terry, then he realised, he had been burgled and all the evidence pointed towards Waterfall Trolls. It had to be someone who knew how to get through a magical hole in the river bank, someone who really wanted a copy of The Friendly Troll Book of Secrets and someone who was very damp. Also Dork was sniffing about, the way he sniffed about when he smelt unfriendly, miserable, grumpy people and the most unfriendly, miserable, grumpy people in these parts, were Waterfall Trolls.
This was not good, not good at all, Terry was the keeper of The Friendly Troll Book of Secrets and it was his responsibility to keep it safe. There was another copy of The Friendly Troll Book of Secrets but the secret of where it was, was a secret. A secret that was so secret, nobody knew where it’s hiding place was. The problem was, Nobody, the really old Friendly Troll, had not been seen or heard from for many, many years.
Terry decided he there was only one thing to do, he must contact the others to help in finding the missing book, so he walked over to the trollevision and switched it on. He twiddled for a while with the large knob on the front, until he found the signal for the trollevision in Normans home.
The trollevision was a little bit like a television but not a lot, it was also a little bit like a telephone, it was the troll world’s communication devise. They are used to pass on important information to one another and also used for troll news broadcasts and weather forecasts but not for soap operas. Like the large lights that illuminate the Home and all other troll homes, the workings of the trollevision, are a troll secret. A secret contained within The Friendly Troll Book of Secrets, along with all the other troll secrets and without the book, troll life could go horrible wrong.
Norman was having his breakfast when his trollevision came to life and in the middle of the round screen appeared Terry’s worried looking face. Norman greeted Terry and asked why he was on the trollevision so early. Terry said that he would explain everything when they were face to face but for now, could Norman contact the others to meet at the Home as soon as possible and that the kettle was on.
As Terry switched off the trollevision, he heard a scratching noise coming from outside the Home, so he switched it back on twiddled with the large knob on the front until he could see the river bank (another thing it could do). It was Nicky the little girl, trying to find the magical hole in the riverbank, of course she would never be able to get in, unless Terry went out to get her. Terry looked at his magical pocket watch and the red pointer moved to OPEN, so Terry went to bring her in, he was very happy to see her anyway and had a feeling she was here to help. In fact he was sure they would need Nicky in their quest to find The Friendly Troll Book of Secrets and return it to its rightful place.
He gently put his cup down on its saucer, he carefully placed his toast back on the on the plate and ran to the bookcase. He frantically searched every shelf of the bookcase, from top to bottom and then bottom to top but it was nowhere to be seen. Terry took out his magical pocket watch, but the lucky pointer was pointing to twelve, and was still red. He concentrated as hard as he could on The Friendly Troll Book of Secrets, the pointer wavered, flickered to green but returned to red and pointing to twelve. That could only mean that the book was too far away for the magical pocket watch to detect it.
It was then he noticed two sets of wet footprints across the floor, wet footprints, leading from the door to the table and back to the door again. What could it mean thought Terry, then he realised, he had been burgled and all the evidence pointed towards Waterfall Trolls. It had to be someone who knew how to get through a magical hole in the river bank, someone who really wanted a copy of The Friendly Troll Book of Secrets and someone who was very damp. Also Dork was sniffing about, the way he sniffed about when he smelt unfriendly, miserable, grumpy people and the most unfriendly, miserable, grumpy people in these parts, were Waterfall Trolls.
This was not good, not good at all, Terry was the keeper of The Friendly Troll Book of Secrets and it was his responsibility to keep it safe. There was another copy of The Friendly Troll Book of Secrets but the secret of where it was, was a secret. A secret that was so secret, nobody knew where it’s hiding place was. The problem was, Nobody, the really old Friendly Troll, had not been seen or heard from for many, many years.
Terry decided he there was only one thing to do, he must contact the others to help in finding the missing book, so he walked over to the trollevision and switched it on. He twiddled for a while with the large knob on the front, until he found the signal for the trollevision in Normans home.
The trollevision was a little bit like a television but not a lot, it was also a little bit like a telephone, it was the troll world’s communication devise. They are used to pass on important information to one another and also used for troll news broadcasts and weather forecasts but not for soap operas. Like the large lights that illuminate the Home and all other troll homes, the workings of the trollevision, are a troll secret. A secret contained within The Friendly Troll Book of Secrets, along with all the other troll secrets and without the book, troll life could go horrible wrong.
Norman was having his breakfast when his trollevision came to life and in the middle of the round screen appeared Terry’s worried looking face. Norman greeted Terry and asked why he was on the trollevision so early. Terry said that he would explain everything when they were face to face but for now, could Norman contact the others to meet at the Home as soon as possible and that the kettle was on.
As Terry switched off the trollevision, he heard a scratching noise coming from outside the Home, so he switched it back on twiddled with the large knob on the front until he could see the river bank (another thing it could do). It was Nicky the little girl, trying to find the magical hole in the riverbank, of course she would never be able to get in, unless Terry went out to get her. Terry looked at his magical pocket watch and the red pointer moved to OPEN, so Terry went to bring her in, he was very happy to see her anyway and had a feeling she was here to help. In fact he was sure they would need Nicky in their quest to find The Friendly Troll Book of Secrets and return it to its rightful place.
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