The Trolls Go Camping
“Well,” said Troll Daddy, when he got home from a long day at work. “What does everybody want to do this weekend?”
“Why don’t we go camping?” Troll Brother asked. “We haven’t been able to go camping for a long, long time.”
“What are you talking about?” Troll Sister piped in. “We’ve never been camping before.”
“Troll Sister!” exclaimed Troll Mother. “We did go camping once. Don’t you remember? We all got in the car and drove up to that beautiful campground. We got all the equipment set up and then it started to rain. Surely you remember that, don’t you?”
“You call that camping,” Troll Sister laughed. “We all ended up with a cold. We were so sick, Troll Mother, that we couldn’t eat for three whole days. If that is what camping is, then I don’t want anything to do with it!”
“Now, Troll Sister,” said Troll Daddy. “I think that Troll Brother has a very good suggestion. Yes, let’s go camping.”
“Can Troll Puppy come, too?” asked Troll Baby.
“Yes, Troll Sweetie,” said Troll Mother. “Troll Puppy can come too.”
“Goody, goody,” said Troll Baby, excitedly.
The trolls all packed their belongings and were ready to go camping. Troll Daddy brought the fishing rods. Troll Mother brought the frying pans. Troll Brother brought his portable radio. Troll Sister brought her curling iron and Troll Baby brought his toy flashlight.
With Troll Puppy jumping all over the children in the back of the station wagon, the trolls were on their way.
“Oh my!” said Troll Mother. “We’ve got to go back. We forgot the food.”
“No! No!” said Troll Daddy. “We can find our own food. We can pick berries and we can fish. We can’t just go back home now. We’re nearly there.”
“Troll Daddy’s right,” said Troll Sister. “So what if we don’t have any food.”
“Look who’s talking,” said Troll Brother. “Would you be so enthusiastic if it was your curling iron that we forgot?”
“Well,” said Troll Sister. “Probably not.”
As the trolls settled into their campsite, they heard a rustling in the bushes. Troll Puppy started barking excitedly.
“What’s that?” whispered Troll Baby, clutching his toy flashlight.
“Let’s go find out!” said Troll Brother, grabbing his portable radio for light.
The trolls cautiously approached the bushes and were surprised to find a small, lost kitten. The kitten looked up at them with big, teary eyes.
“Please help me,” the kitten meowed. “I’ve lost my way home.”
Troll Daddy knelt down and gently asked, “Where do you live, little one?”
The kitten pointed towards the dark forest. “I live in the forest, but I got scared and ran away when I heard a loud noise.”
“Don’t worry,” said Troll Mother. “We’ll help you find your way back.”The trolls decided to embark on an adventure to help the kitten. They followed the kitten’s directions, navigating through the forest with Troll Baby’s flashlight and Troll Brother’s radio providing light and music to keep their spirits up.
Along the way, they crossed a sparkling stream, climbed over fallen logs, and even scared an old owl, who flew right over top of them.
Finally, they reached the forest, where the kitten’s family was waiting anxiously. The kitten’s family thanked the trolls profusely and invited them to a magical feast as a token of gratitude.
The trolls enjoyed a night of enchanting food, music, and stories before heading back to their campsite. They returned just before dawn, tired but happy, with a new story to tell about their adventurous camping trip.
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