| "Maybe it's a pony,"
you say. "The pony walks around on four legs in the morning.
Then it gets frisky in the afternoon, and prances around on two legs.
Then it hurts its foot and limps around on three legs in the evening."
"That sounds just like a hufflepuss," the troll says. "Exactly like a hufflepuss," you say. "Except ponies are real." "I like ponies," the troll says. "They're cute, fun, and delicious. Especially with barbeque sauce. You wouldn't happen to have any barbeque sauce with you, would you?" "Gosh," you say, spreading your
palms, "wouldn't you know? I'm fresh out!"
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