Trust

“Billy,” said Dianne Troll, one late autumn day, when she saw her friend sitting on his front porch. “What are you doing?”

“Hi Dianne,” said Billy Troll, strumming his guitar. “I’m writing a new song. Would you like to hear it?”

“Sure I would,” said Dianne. “What’s it called?”

“‘Trust’,” said Billy.

“‘Trust’,” said Dianne. “Now that’s an odd name for a song.”

“Why would you say that?” said Billy. “‘Trust’ is a good name for a song. Trust is the basis for friendships. There isn’t enough trust in the world any more.”

“I guess you’re right,” said Dianne. “Trolls need to trust each other more. Sometimes it is so hard to do, though.”

“Yes,” said Billy. “The hardest thing about trusting someone, is that it is a very, very hard thing to do. Both trolls, in a friendship, have to trust one another completely. There can be no lies told. Both friends have to be honest with each other.”

“That is very true,” said Dianne. “Look Billy, since we are on the subject of trust, I was wondering if you would mind if I went out with Donny Troll tonight.”

“Donny Troll!” exclaimed Billy. “Why would you want to go out with him!”

“I happen to like him very much,” said Dianne.

“Oh yeah,” said Billy. “Since when.”

“Since he asked me out,” said Dianne.

“Look Dianne,” said Billy. “I don’t really care who you go out with, but do me a favour and think twice before you go out with Donny Troll. He has a bad reputation for hurting girls. Be careful!”

“Oh Billy,” said Dianne. “Do I hint a bit of jealousy in your voice?”

“Get real,” said Billy. “I’m just concerned about you and I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

Let me worry about that,” said Dianne, crossly.

She left Billy in a huff.

“‘Trust'” sang Billy. “Trust. There has to be more trust in this world, there has to be more trust. To have a successful friendship, there has to be more trust. Don’t lie to your friends, don’t lie to yourself. Trust is the key to success, don’t let it slide.”

“Not a bad song,” said a voice that was standing behind Billy. “Not bad.”

Billy turned around and there was Donny Troll standing behind him.

“Donny,” said Billy, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to talk to you,” said Donny.

“What about?” asked Billy angrily.

“Well I asked Dianne out tonight,” said Donny. “I was wondering if you could let her know that I won’t be able to make our date. Something came up.”

“Yeah, something came up alright,” said Billy, seeing the blonde troll sitting in the front seat of Donny’s car.

“Look man,” said Donny. “I need you to do this for me, please.”

“Donny,” said Billy sternly. “I think that that is something that you are going to have to do for yourself.”

“I don’t want to hurt Dianne,” said Donny.

“I think it’s a little too late to worry about that,” said Billy. “She was really looking forward to going out with you tonight. She is going to be devastated. Look, Donny. Just do me one favour.”

“What?” asked Donny.

“Don’t hurt Dianne,” said Billy. “She is a good person.”

“Alright,” said Donny.

A few hours later, Dianne came over and sat down beside Billy on his front porch, again.

“Oh Billy,” cried Dianne. “You were right about Donny. He’s a creep. He dumped me for some blonde troll. Can you imagine that?”

“I won’t say I told you so,” said Billy. “Anyway, since we both have nothing to do tonight, what do you say we go to a movie or something?”

“I’d love too,” said Dianne.

The two friends sat on the porch for a few moments, just enjoying each others company.

“You know something Billy?” asked Dianne. “How come I trust you so much?”

“Probably because I don’t do things that will intentionally hurt you,” said Billy.

“You’re special, Billy Troll,” said Dianne as she leaned over and gave him a kiss on his cheek.