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Reason 27
08.29.02
the sleep of reason
by Michael Swanwick
with illustrations by
Francisco JosÉ de Goya y Lucientes
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27. [Plate 49]
Trolls
Everybody loves trolls! Of course we do. Those little imps are exactly
the size of children. They are as fun-loving and capricious as children.
Their mobile little faces are as expressive as those of children. In
fact, were it not for their murders, dismemberments, and casual
cannibalism, they could easily be mistaken for children themselves.
What's not to love?
Here's a funny story:
Three trolls walk into a bar. They kill the bartender, rip his head off,
and pour his blood into mugs. Then they settle down to drink and to brag.
The first troll ? let's call him Borborygmy ? says, "I'm the bestest,
wickedest troll of all! I fart when I don't have to. I break into the
houses of strangers and eat crackers in their beds. I kill prostitutes
and mail their livers to the police."
The second troll ? Xenophagius, let's say ? giggles. "Aw, that's
nothing," he says with a comic swat of his hand. "You big silly. I make
wee-wee when I'm swimming in the public pool. I spray-paint swastikas on
the sides of synagogues. I murder hitchhikers and bury their bodies in
shallow unmarked graves in the desert."
The third troll has found some old blankets and is playing at dress-up,
so we'll call him Little Red Riding Hood. "Nanny-nanny-boo-boo to both of
you!" says Little Red Riding Hood with great dignity. He sticks out his
tongue at Borborygmy and Xenophagius. "I always vote Republican. I never
brush my teeth. And when you weren't looking, I spat in both your mugs!"
Oh, and that's just one of the many, many funny stories there are about
trolls and their hilarious antics. There must be thousands of them, the
very least of which brightens our darkest day with a chuckle and a wry
grin of recognition.
Trolls do perform a certain amount of damage, of course. They are the
third leading cause of death nationwide, after traffic accidents and
heart failure. In direct loss of physical property alone, they cost more
than tent caterpillars, mudslides, and cyclones combined. So we really
ought to do something about them ? lock them away, maybe even exterminate
them outright.
But we can't bring ourselves to do it. They're just so darn cute!
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