Gnash So I Can Hear You!

Gnash If You Can Hear Me

Smoll, the troll had a very bad habit. He was always leaving his teeth somewhere or other in the forest. Since he made a point of covering the whole forest once a week, he never missed them until he needed to eat.

He loved to eat and always kept good food in his home under the discarded bridge. At one point, the bridge had spanned a stream, but the waterway had gone underground long ago, for fear of Smoll.

“I wouldn’t be constantly thirsty if that cowardly thing hadn’t run away. Just because I yelled at it once because I fell in. It’s not my fault I can’t swim, is it?” he often said to himself.

As I was saying, the troll got back to his bridge in time for supper. Visions of fungi pie with slime gravy and mashed roots steeped in swamp water, had kept him going all day. Everything was ready, when Smoll realized he didn’t have his false fangs in.

Roaring at the top of his lungs, he quickly lit a lamp. Shoving his meal into a knapsack, he grabbed the light and started out to search.

“Hear fangy fangs, hear teethy teeth! Where are you my precious ones?” he kept repeating over and over as loud as he could yell.

Very soon, exhaustion and extreme hunger made him drop in his tracks and fall asleep where he fell. In his dreams, he kept hearing teeth gnashing, and he would follow the sound around and around endlessly. It was when a stray sunbeam found its way into his eyes, that Smoll awoke.

To his surprise, his teeth were in his mouth and his light was out.

“I’ve never looked for my teeth in my sleep before,” he muttered to himself.