We always like collaborations here at the Mirror - so here is a co-write from Fiona Meyrick and columnist Robin Gibson.
Terrence was once a young troll.
He skipped through the forest hearing the crunchy leaves beneath his feet, liking the crackly noise they made as he stood on them.
He liked their colours, he liked autumn, but most of all, he liked the bridge at the end of the woods which gave passageway over the flowing burn. Many a day he spent as a small troll, a troll with a happy heart. He played with the rabbits, he talked to the squirrels, he picked the shiny stones from the bottom of the burn, lining them up as the sun dried them out, their colours fading to a dull brown.
One day everything changed; Terrence had to go to school. Gone were those free days of wonderment where nothing mattered other than being free. Now, everything changed forever.
The first day in this alien land was horrific. Nobody looked like him. They all dressed the same, reminding him of the sun dried stones he had rescued from the river. The noise was painful, and only later did he know it was called laughter. “Ha ha ha” the skinny girl with the hair half way down her back cackled. “Look at his ears, Look at his feet”. The chorus began, a loud chant “Ugly troll, ugly troll” as he curled on the floor.
Terrence fulfilled his prophecy. Now he sits under the very bridge he once loved, a very old troll with an axe to grind. He is as mean as all were to him and he still cries lonely tears for what might have been.
Does the story of the troll end at the river? This would be a sad story indeed.
But pay close attention, because by the bridge where the old troll stayed and wept, there was a magical key to a lock that freed the troll!
Make no mistake it took a joint effort to open the drawbridge.
As strange as it is a few cheerful birds were not afraid to fly close and sing. And a few even were bold enough to sit on his shoulders. Truth be told as much as it annoyed him he became intrigued.
Is this the end of a heartbreaking story? No a few good trolls started to wonder what the birds saw that couldn’t be seen and they would cross half way; not to tease and bully like once years ago! Remember the lock.
Now on the other side, that old troll was just waiting and watching for a chance to get even. The birds would come and bring a peaceful song, even sitting among him. The trolls came closer and closer with a few less snarls, Remember the key and the lock and the bridge? I will give you one hint before I ask a question. The bridge is forgiveness.
Are the key and the lock the same thing? If you can answer the question, which side was responsible, the troll gets freed!
If the world could just figure out the questions and answers to the end of the story, we would also have the other answer. In closing a favorite line:
“I would like to buy the World a Coke and teach it to Sing in Perfect Harmony.”