Be SURE to watch it all the way to the end, it's WELL worth the wait!!!!

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Be it known to all, that we Trolls be the guardians of nature. We be charg'd with the duty of protecting the purity of the perfect imperfection that be all that be outside thy door.

Aeons ago, mankind threw a gauntlet into the face of Mother Nature by building the first bridge, thus breaking natural boundaries set by rivers which Nature, in her wisdom, had plac'd.

In response to this, we Trolls got created, to police these breaches, and regulate the traffick there of. Hence our age old association with the bridge. A practical home, after all. We were oft the only ones with running water! But I digress.

In faith, all this be all rudimentary. As plain as the fact that what to humans be metaphorical, be reality for we creatures of the fae! None the less, all of this be important to this story, so t'was needed to be said.

Me story happen'd once upon a time many centuries ago, long before any of thee were born, or even thy grandfathers where a glimmer in the eye of their own fathers.

There I was, sitting beneath a fine and sturdy bridge made of good wood, and strong stone. With spiders weaving nets to catch their supper, and breezes from on far that let the mind to wander. The stream, t'was strong and brave, and it spoke well of tales untold that only those who have an ear to listen can hear. To one side of the bridge were the highlands, majestic in their loftiness yet sparce of growth, and to the other side were the lowlands, vast and plentiful with rich green grass and clover flagging in the breeze as far as the human eye could see. Indeed, all was well and good.

But this picture of calm was disturb'd by the sound of cloven hooves on the wood of the bridge coming from the highlands, as such as my duty was, I climbed up to investigate. Before me stood a Goat, larger than any thou wouldst see these days, and it did look upon me with eyes of contempt. It had wool like clouds, and horns that did shine as of gold, and eyes the color of the sky.
"Who dares to cross me bridge?" I demanded, as we were instructed to ask.
"I be a Goat of the Gruff, EXPECTATION be my name. I demand that thou shoudst step aside and let me pass into the lowlands!", replied the goat in a manner most proud.
"Hold creature," I retorted, "Thou may not pass without paying toll."
"Thy toll be forth coming, Troll, for soon comes my brother, and he shall pay the lot!" he said with a sneer. And youth and inexperience did what it does, and I did allow the goat to pass into the lowlands.

A short time later, I heard the sound of cloven hooves again, only much more heavy that then first. I climbed up again to find a Goat, even larger than the last. Clumps of wools were missing from the sides of it, moldy horns, and it did have eyes of red. With it came the rain.
"Who dares to cross me bridge?" stated I, as a soldier.
"I be a Goat of the Gruff, WORRY be my name. I believe that my brother be expecting me in the lowlands, and one should ne'er keep EXPECTATION waiting!", replied the goat in a manner meek yet troubling.
"Hold creature," I said, "Thou may not pass without paying toll."
"Thy toll be forth coming, Troll, for soon comes my brother, and he shall pay the lot!" he said with a shiver, causing more wool to fall to the ground. And pity and sympathy did what it does, and I did allow the goat to pass into the lowlands.

A short time later, I heard and felt the sound of cloven hooves again, this time causing the sturdy wood to splinter and moan! I rushed up again to find a Goat, more large than human imagination can see. It had wool as of black steel, and horns of flame, and it did have eyes of ghostly white. With it came the storm.
"Who dares to cross me bridge?" I shouted over the thunder.
"I be a Goat of the Gruff, FEAR be my name. I shall pass thee and into the lowlands!", replied the goat with a voice of a mountain.
"Hold creature," I said, "Thou may not pass without paying toll."
The Goat said not a word, it only smiled as pure evil does. Staring at me with those eyes of death. And as thunder cracked, so did the goat, knocking me far over the side of the bridge, and into the raging stream. For a brief flash I saw me bridge, destroyed, as the stream carried me away.

The moral of this tale is this: if thou doth allow EXPECTATION, WORRY, and FEAR to walk all over thee; then even thy sturdiest foundations shall fall.