 Katherine, left, and Cirlanne practice each morning beneath the Dueling Oak. In dappled sunlight they strive for advantage.  Oft times we hear a muffled, "Ouch!" 
But on this day, Clarence the Troll waylaid Katherine. Cirri approaches almost too late. "Not so fast, Wart-Bag!"   "Kaths?" "I'm okay. Really, I'm fine." 
"Let's get him. He's fast, but gets winded pretty quick."
 "Oh-oh." "They're only trolls."   "CIRRI!" 
"Ur-rk!" "Fresh meat. I's like Ladyfingers." 
This can't be happening. What are they going to do?
 "G*R*ROAR!"   "OSCAR?"   "He'll probably lick you to death." "Oh?"  "None of it. The girls will turn green we got to ride." |
