Part 1
Hillbilly Bob was a man who lived by the edge of the forest in a little shack he called home. All Bob had was his huntin� squirrel, Jeb, and his huntin� rifle, Josefina. There were hides of all kinds of animals like rabbits, bears, deer, and even a moose! Those hides were all over the shack of ol� Bob. One day Bob discovered a hole in the bottom of his shack. He shook his head as he inspected the hole.
�Gonna have to patch up this hole.�
Bob grabbed his ax and went outside and chopped up a big, sturdy tree to make a new floor. He ripped up the old floorboard to see that there was a cave entrance right underneath his house! He went outside and saw some vines hanging from a tree so he climbed the tree and cut the vines from the branches and took them back to his shack. He wrapped the vines around a boulder just outside his door and wrapped the other end around his waist. He grabbed some matches lying on a table and proceeded to descend into the cave. Once he got to the bottom he lit a match and lit the lantern he had also snatched.
He shined it around the cave walls and saw stalagmites and stalactites all over the place. All of a sudden the vine snapped and Jeb tried to grab it but he missed and slammed his poor little head into the side of the cave wall. Jeb hopped back onto his feet and stumbled over to Bob. Trapped in the cold wet prison, they had to go in search of food, water, a place to make a fire, and a place to sleep that wasn�t wet. Jeb ran a little ahead of Bob to try and find some clean, running water somewhere in the cavern.
Bob began to run behind Jeb to catch up with him. The two couldn�t afford to loose each other in the utter darkness that surrounded them. Hillbilly Bob was quite old and couldn�t run as fast as he used to and after a while he got tired and looked for a place to sit and rest for a while until Jeb, hopefully, returned. He placed the lantern on the ground and sat down on a low, smooth rock and closed his eyes trying to think of a way they could get out of their situation.
Suddenly, he felt something grab him from behind and pull him into the darkness. He tried to scream but his mouth was covered with a huge, furry hand. Bob kicked his legs and flailed his arms but it was no use. The monstrous creature had captured him and no one could save him now.
As quickly as the attack happened, it was over. Bob was thrown onto the stone floor and tied to a chair with large pieces of twine. He was gagged with an old smelly sock that almost didn�t fit into his mouth. He almost fainted from the smell.
�And I thought my clothes smelled bad! And I haven�t washed �em in 10 years.� ,he thought, in agony.
His captor lit a big branch on fire and threw it into a ring of rocks in the circle of the floor. Now Bob could vaguely make out his face. It was a troll, the ones he used to hear stories about when he was a little billy still living under the hill. The troll was enormous and terribly ugly. His skin was as thick as bark and it was the color of mud and his teeth were very sharp but equally as yellow and disgusting.
Bob shook with fear. He had always been the hunter, not the hunted. The mean, ugly troll looked down at him with hunger in his eyes. He growled as he spoke.
�I haven�t eaten a meal in��.grrrr��.four days and you�re the first thing that wandered into my cave��mmmm�..I sure am lucky today.�
As the troll turned away to set up his barbeque pit, Bob knew he had to think of a plan fast. He wriggled and twisted trying to get out of his knots but it was no use. He had never been one for tying knots, it always seemed like such a stupid hobby to him.
�Well that certainly bit me in the butt, didn� it?� ,he thought.
Shortly thereafter, the troll began to walk towards Bob. He stopped struggling hoping that if he lay limp the troll wouldn�t want him for supper anymore. That was the least likely of possibilities but it was worth a shot. He loosened all his muscles and laid there limp as a fish while the troll continued to stomp over to him. He reached down and picked up poor Bob by the feet and shook him till his head rattled. Everything he had fell to the floor. His huntin� knife, his fishin� bait, his hat, Jeb�s favorite snacks, and even some coins that he saved for if he really needed to head into the near by village.
The troll scooped up the belongings that fell to the ground and shoved them into his mouth but soon spit them back out.
�pwwwa! Yuck!� he roared.
Bob again shook with fear, not knowing what his fate may be but low and behold, a being sprang from the darkness and began to claw at the trolls face. Hillbilly Bob was thrown to the side of the cave where he was knocked cold for a few minutes. When he awoke the troll was rolling around on the floor while the mysterious being scratched at his face and bit at his neck. Bob knew he must help this kind friend and began to lean against the wall to get up for he was still tied all up with twine.
He bounced over to the fire and found the large branch that had begun the flames. He leaned forwards and picked up the tail end of the branch with his teeth. Again he hopped towards the scene of the fight and waited for the perfect time to strike. To him, the time felt like hours, waiting for a moment when the troll would stop kicked and growling long enough for him to put his plan to action.
Finally, the troll stopped kicking his enormous feet to fight against his shadow-like enemy. Bob smirked as he shoved the burning branch into the troll�s foot. The troll screamed in pain and waved his arms around in the dark in blind rage looking for the source of his affliction. Hillbilly Bob hadn�t moved away quickly enough and when the troll�s right arm swung in his direction he had no time to escape and was flung against the wall once more.
He awoke once again but this time neither to the same scene nor the same sound. It was completely dark and all was quiet and still. He tried to get up but felt something nibbling at the twine that held his hands behind his back. He froze in fear.
�Who�.who�.who is that who�s a nibblin� at ma� ropes?�
The nibbler stopped biting and ran around towards where the fire had been. They poked at the embers with a stick and got the flames to begin anew. Soon Bob looked into the face of his old friend Jeb.
�Jeb! Where were you? Did ya� see tha� troll?!�