Through the hanging vines and prickly bushes, Magart, an ugly faced troll – which is saying something because most trolls are very ugly faced – loudly tromped. His eyes continually searched the ground for any sign of the hidden cache. Hungry for something other than almonds, he desperately searched for his favorite – cashews.
In the midst of the cache, a disheartening sight arose, nasty leprechauns were feasting. Full of disguist, Magart eschewed from the terrible sight and headed back home.
Described later as a terrible day altogether is where our story comes to an end. Magart, after returning to his home under the Northern Bridge disappointed, was confronted by three very tricky, wiry and gruff billy goats… I think you know the rest of the story.