dawn of mankind
At first I grab him by the horns upon his swollen head to get him to the fire; I failed miserably, slipping as I tried. Then I grabbed him firmly by the balls, the other end of the spectrum (and certainly a handful with him being ten foot tall and all) and I tried once again only to fail, once again, with his balls squeezing out of my grip with a popping sound.
Fed up and exhausted, tired from gropping this grotesque beast I thought ‘If I can’t bring Johnny to the fire, bring the fire to Johnny.’
I pulled out one of the burning logs from the heart of the fire. The fire collapsed filling the gap of its missing brother and sent little fireflies into the darkened night.
I waved the flaming log over to ‘Johnny’. It certainly was a hideous creature, even in this bad light.
I tossed the fire onto his chest.
His skin blistered and sizzled. I could smell the flesh burning. It smelled of rotten swamp water. My nose stung at the stench. I took a few steps back, happy with my handy work, and watched the beast die slowly into the waning night.
Damn Trolls.
