Keefe pushed the thought away. One troll said, "Well, look who we have here." He looked so proud of himself, like a baby learning the art of walking. He licked his lips and both trolls leaped at Keefe, Keefe ran. He grabbed the sack of animals and muttered a spell he learned to defend himself; he conjured a flickering weak wall stone behind him, but just enough to take in the force of two trolls hitting it at top speed, they both fell down unconscious. He heard an audible crunching noise. Keefe though, that was just too easy, it was. As he ran, he heard stomping noises, followed by more. Ohhh… In three devastating seconds, he was surrounded by a big angry mama troll, is that what you call them, or to you call them a green ball of spit. An even bigger papa troll looked at him. Papa troll, he chuckled, if only it was a dog. The troll turned purple , and it charged at him from behind. He was going to die, he ran behind a tree, and the troll slammed into the tree. He made a good distance between him and the troll, he shouted,
"Stop! What do you want?" The trolls replied,
"We want to eat you! We take revenge for our sons." Keefe thought for a moment,
"You want to eat me? Here come over here." The trolls stumbled toward him. He slowly walked toward them,
"Open your mouth babies." He taunted. They roared right at that moment, he jumped in.
Ewww… The first thing he felt was goo, as the floor moved around him. The mama troll reached her hand in fishing around the papa troll's mouth. Keefe touched her hand and ran to the pap troll's tongue. She snatched up the tongue and roared,
"I got him! Hahahaha." The troll pulled,
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" The papa troll yelled too late, the tongue snapped, and blood poured out. Keefe stabbed the mama troll's hand, and ran out, never looking behind. He could imagine two trolls, roaring and sinking into death. One with no tongue, and one with a hand ripped. Keefe pondered how close he had come to death.
He ran to Mr. Farmer's farm and gave him the sack of animals. "Thank you," he said, overwhelmed by stress, "but I still have seven more sheep that you need to find, there are only 10 animals here, and I normally have 17, can you please help me young boy, please, please, please, please."
"Fine," Keefe said. The ungrateful dumb man. He was about to say isn't this good enough, but he quickly ran away before he was about to start a fight.