Hello, Lord Leebot here again, aka Justin. This evening I would like to do something a little different. Instead of posting artwork, I felt like posting a short story. I will be doing this from time to time, but this blog will be mostly for my art. So here is the story.

                                                            A Trim       By Justin Gilroy

   "Trim my nails!" roared the troll, angrily. The tiny elf ran to and fro on the large wooden table nervously. "Yes, yes. Will, will," he stammered, "Oh dear! How ever shall I cut the claws? Oh, dear!" The troll slammed it's huge clawed hands down on the table, the sharp finger nails narrowly missing the elves face by mere inches. "Whoa! Careful, big guy!" cried the tiny elf. "If you hurt me, I cannot help you." The troll snorted. "I don't have all day..." it said, impatiently. "In preciously one hours time, my brothers and I are scheduled for a luncheon. I am very hungry and haven't eaten yet today! I must be presentable."
   The tiny elf gagged at the smell of the troll's breath. "Presentable indeed," he sighed, between gasps. The troll glared down at the tiny elf. "You know," he growled, "I could swallow you in one gulp, elf. But I'm a kind hearted troll, so I'll give you one more chance. Trim away." The tiny elf pulled out his trimmers and snorted himself. "If you say so, ogre," he muttered under his breath.
   "What was that?!" snarled the troll. "N-nothing, s-sir," the elf replied nervously. The troll roared and pounded the table. It broke in half as wood chips flew in all directions. "Nooo!" screamed the elf, tumbling to the floor. He landed hard. He didn't have time to react before his tiny body was engulfed by the giant hairy fingers of the troll. He felt himself being lifted higher and higher into the air.
   The trolls fingers were wrapped tightly around his tiny frame, and he found it hard to breath. "Help...," he whispered. That was all that would come out of his lips. Moments later, the tiny elf saw the trolls massive mouth wide open, fangs exposed. Lots of drool dripped from the troll's mouth. Some splashed the elf. Then the poor elf passed out.
  
   The troll licked his lips and fingers happily. "A delightful snack," he grunted. Tummy happy now." It burped, then turned and exited the grooming parlor.

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