For over two hundred years, my family worked under the old Floongenburg Bridge, robbing every traveler who crossed. Then they built the expressway, and that was the end of it. Eventually the bridge collapsed and folks carted off the stones for souvenirs. Managed to track this one down, and now I shake down this nice older couple for scraps.
Looks awfully scary to me…
That is one cute troll!! I’ll gladly Stand and Deliver any and all treats.
Genius , Mike! If this was anywhere near me, I’d stop by daily to pay up.
I would pay up for sure!
That’s a lot cuter troll than the ones in story books. I’ll gladly pay the toll in food scraps.