We've come to this strange and distant land
to rescue our Princess from a tribe of bread-and-rolls-loving Trolls who
are so lazy they would not even bake the bread they need to feed
themselves.
'The Princess doesn't see us. She's working hard, mixing and kneading
dough, shaping loaves and braiding rolls, placing loaves and rolls on
huge trays, and then sliding the trays into an enormous baking oven.
She stops every few minutes to shovel coal into the furnace under the
oven to keep it hot, and doing all sorts of other baking jobs. She hasn't
time to look around.
'To add to our problem, a troll is watching the princess to make certain
that she works every minute and does not try to escape.
'We see the troll guard watching the Princess. He leans against a rock
and his back is toward us. The hair on his shaggy head sticks straight
up. A big club is beside him. He's our problem.
'Carefully and silently, we climb over one boulder after another until
we're above and behind the guard. All-round are sounds of Trolls
snoring, and the ga-a-roaring, phytting, chlupping and cha-leeping are so
loud that the noise we make climbing down to the ground is not noticed,
we hope.
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