"IIt tain't fair!" the troll grumbled as

"IIt tain't fair!" the troll grumbled as he tapped the screen. "Tries ta show me best side after them Billy Goats Gruff, but look at dose forums! Usin' my name!"

"Makin' me look a fool I'll smite 'em, what's tarnish'd me good name!" Little did the real Troll know Billy was just a boy of nine using four letter words & cruelty to get noticed

Troll also had no way of knowing that Billy was not just a boy. He was BillyGoatBoy, his foul-mouthed nemesis, great-great goat grandson of he who trip-trapped across Troll's bridg

e in order to install fibre optics for broadband Internet services. The bureaucratic Troll was demanding a permit and various pieces of paperwork. BillyGoatBoy had a deadline to me

et and needed to run that fibreoptic cable under the troll's bridge. BillyGoatBoy trip trapped across the bridge and tricked the troll into signing the paperwork with the promise o

f becomeing the trustee. BillyGoatBoy rubbed his hooves together and thought about the trustee fees he could earn administering the Troll's trust. But what BillyGoatBoy didn't

Know was that his mum was waiting for him, with a birthday present. She had just returned from Lalaland. He finally would have the red scooter he couldn't find anywhere locally.

He already knew what he would name his new red scooter: Rosebud. Rosebud would carry snow from Kilimanjaro to the shores of Tripoli. Rosebud would carry Martian water to a starlet

stranded on a faraway dry planet with some maroon named Mulligan. The starlet would hitch a ride with Rosebud back to Mars. She would be grateful to him and his trusty red scooter