“Just don’t do it”
“I’m not doing anything!”
“You are doing it right now!”
“I’m not!” protested the daughter.
“Yes you are!” said the mother. “You are feeding the troll!”
The zaghäl dark elf girl looked to her iced cone, then to her mother, and to the Troll of the Gate.
“The poor fuzzy and large thing is hungry!” she pouted.
“You just don’t feet the trolls dear. And as well, these ice cones aren’t cheap. They need to bring the snow from the mountains, you know? I didn’t bought you one, so you give it to the first thing you see on our way home!
“Why not?” she asked, still with her iced cone pointed toward the troll, who was looking at it with his small, greedy eyes.
“It’s a base of domesticating trolls” her mother explained. “Trolls are always hungry, and they will always be. But if a master provide them with food on determined hours, the trolls stomachs get used to be feed at said opportunities. If they begin to eat out of these hours, and not from food provided by their master, soon all the domestication work will be lost, and as they stomachs began to claim for food in other times of the day, trolls will get hungry and violent…”
The little dark elven girl already stopped hearing her mother. “here Mr. Gate Troll!” she said, as she gave the iced cone to the troll guard.
“What did I just said to you?!!” yelled the mother.
“But Mr. big and fuzzy was hungreeeeee” said the dark elf girl with a grin. Her mother rolled her eyes.
“What they should really do, is to write in big, coloured letters feed the troll
. That would be the only way people actually stop feeding them” she said. “let’s go. You have witch lessons now.”
A moment from life in the City of the Wicked of Zaghäl.