Troll

There was nothing like a good days trolling thought Marvin the Troll as he sat eating half a billy goat watching the fisherman further down the bank fish himself out of the water.

Marvin chuckled to himself. Maybe he should have read the sign, “No Fishing”, the fish in the river weren’t renown for their hospitality. Least they hadn’t ripped of his trousers and nicked all his fishing gear like the last chap.

Marvin glanced at his sundial watch. Blank again. He gave it a gentle tap. Nothing. Marvin sighed. He never could get it to work under the bridge.