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This week's post continues with winning student troll essays submitted in conjunction with the 20th Nordic Fest in 1986, themed, "Trollheim - Home of the Trolls."
Troll Busters
It was the last day of school.
All of the kids were waiting in the classroom. The bell rang. Stacy ran out singing, "No more teachers, no more books, no more teacher's dirty looks!" Mrs. Johnson came running out and asked me if our detective agency called Troll Busters would work for her because she had a real problem. Trolls had moved into her house and she couldn't get rid of them. I asked the gang and they said, "yes!" She took us to her home and upstairs. She made her bed and then we went downstairs. We went back up and the bed was unmade. The trolls did that to her every day. The Troll Busters searched the house.
All of a sudden a troll appeared. We cried to catch him but we could not. We went to the truck and got a special troll vacuum. We vacuumed the whole house and caught all three hundred trolls. We emptied the bag in a huge hole in Phelps Park. We could tell the trolls loved their new home much better than Mrs. Johnson's house.
Shelly Jump
Grade 4
North Winneshiek
Trolls
Gather round, my dear friends
I have something to say.
As I was walking down the mount
I saw a troll today.
He was short and very squat
I'd say about four three
He turned around as I did hide
So he wouldn't see
Fat and ugly he did seem
With warts cov'ring his nose
Beady eyes and toothless grin
With hair upon his toes.
He kept on walking right on past
But then stopped suddenly.
He slowly turned and looked around
Then stared right down at me.
We stood there for a minute or so
Not knowing what to do
Then suddenly, we both screamed
And away, we both flew.
I ask myself if this is true
Or maybe just a dream
But if it's true, then trolls are not
As scary as they seem
Beth Hjelle
Grade 11
Decorah Senior High
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