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Trolls Or Conrads´ Lullaby For The Tougher Children Whom Are In Need Of A Petite Pedagogic Push. The sun is setting in the west and night is creeping in Shadows chasing sunrays and joining with their kin All consuming darkness swallows all the forest whole Nocturnal movements in the shade, in a cave, inside a hole Deep below, underground, inside a black abyss Grunts and growling, yet unheard, their minds a crimson mist Waking up from slumber set ancient times ago Surfacing the silent woods from six feet below Gleaming yellow eyes in the light of torches or the moon Pelt like hogs, teeth like rock they will crack you soon Sla

A Foxwood chronicle Conrad the gypsy fox Introductions: Roland the guard wolf The night shift was always a pain. There was no movement about, and the forest rim lay silent. Roland was not one for stillness. Well, it's not fair calling him a bloodthirsty warrior really, he was also not one for the battlefield (Not that that had ever been necessary anyway), but the dark stillness of the night made the hours go so much slower. He was not really an nocturnal being, and though he slept as well as he could manage during the day, preparing for the shift, he still yawned his way all through the night. The moon was not particularly bright either, s