G’narsh
The Troll, The Myth, The Legend
by
Kevin Stillwater
chapter 3
# # # And Here Now Our Story - G’narsh’s Ray’s # # #
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“Treat whoever you find like an honored guest,”
G’narsh adds after a moment, wanting to make sure the Charlies haven’t
misunderstood his instructions.
“Yeppers, boss man. We findee dem face down in da snow, we take dem in and warm der hearts.”
“Dey be so happy, dey never want to leave.”
“Until their 8 o’clock class,” G’narsh once again urges trying to make
his intent clear, but the Charlies beg to disagree. “You outta
touchee der, big guy. You way up der in da high ivory towery
place, you no know.”
“Nobodies sleepy in da snow dis time of nights eber have da eight o’clockies class.”
“Nopee.”
“Not eber,” they all agree.
“Ask them all the same,” G’narsh insists.
“Dey tink we rubes.”
“Dat we squares.”
“Word gettee arounds. Charlie no longer gettee invited to da cool party’ers.”
“Just ask,” G’narsh repeats letting the order stand as he ignores their
entreaties and fears of being socially ostracized from the cool kids.
(As I think we can all agree, anyone found face down in the snow at
this time of night would be quite cool, indeed.)