Bigred, you better like this... It was a beautiful summer day, and Bigred and I were out fishing. We had both caught our limits, when it started to rain. Running back to the truck (S10 of course), we got lost. "Where did I park the truck?," Big red asked. "I thought it was over there," I said. The rain was getting worse and the sky was getting darker. "Over there!," she yelled as she started to run. Following her, we came to an old wooden bridge that I didn't remember seeing on the way into the lake. "Are you sure about this?," I asked? "Of course! Question: Have I ever been wrong before? Answer: Applesauce, I mean, no." "Okay," I said. As we started to cross the bridge, we heard a noise. "What was that?" "I don't know, let's just get back to the truck!" "STOP! Who goes there? What is your business here?" We both whipped around to see a huge troll come out from under the bridge. We broke out into a run, but more trolls came up from under the bridge and blocked our only exit. "We're waiting for an answer," the troll said laziliy. "Um, okay, I'm E1northern and this is Bigred, and we were just fishing in a nearby lake." The rain was really coming down now and I was completely soaked through. "Fishing you say? Did you catch anything?" The trolls were all watching us now. "Yeah, we caught our limit," Bigred replied. "Can we go now?" "Of course you can, but not until you give us the fish," the troll said. "You've got to be kidding! Bigred is a terrible fisher! It took me all day to catch these fish," I said. "Do you want to cross the bridge or not?" he asked us. I was getting really cold standing there in the rain, so I just said, "fine, here." I tossed the creel at him and we ran across the bridge as fast as we could. Bigred, I hope you liked this because it kept me from doing my spanish homework. :)
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