He waits for a long time. Each time, they tell him to wait a little longer; the next one will be much fatter, much more delicious, much more filling. He’s waited, but he’s hungry now.

He doesn’t want to wait for the next one.

this summer while I was in Salisbury I only ever ran in to one homeless person, who lived under the roundabout on the A36.

I told this story to Erin on our roadtrip up to the Philly show, and she said “you basically found the veritable troll under the bridge”, and I went O_O

so. Three Billy Goats Gruff, same story, different ending. :D

p.s. that story is fucking weird. I looked it up to refresh my memory of how it ends, and obviously I just blocked it from my childhood because it ends with the third goat goaring the troll and then they all go over the bridge and eat until they can’t move.

that’s it. That’s the end. I mean. what exactly was the moral there? O_o