Jake pulled the bridge of his nose, annoyed.
“I always tell the truth and the other lies,” said the portly troll. His partner echoed the statement.
Jake hated riddle trolls.
“Is my hair purple?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Liar,” he labeled that one. “Did a red-haired girl let you in my room?” he asked the other.
“Yes.”
Anna awoke to the sound of air being let out of a balloon. She sat up choking on a vile smell. She flipped on the lights and found a smiling troll at the foot of her bed.
A farting troll? How crass little brother.
Author’s Note: As a river guide I know a lot of riddles. I just took the trolls away from their gates and put them in a child’s bedroom. The situation is no longer dire, simply annoying.
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