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Posted on 16th March 2010
It is Tuesday and I am slowly digging myself out of a metaphysical sludge pile and trying to focus on world domination once again. What is really helping me is a story that my friend John told me the other day. It goes something like this:
A young man with Down’s Syndrome who was functioning highly enough to be living on his own called his mother to inform her that he had captured a troll in his apartment and that she should come over immediately to see it. As is usually the case when someone tells you they have captured a troll, the mother dismissed the story as being a product of her son’s vivid imagination.
Another day went by and the son called his mother again and asked her to come over and see the troll. Again she ignored him.
Finally, the next day or so, the mother decided to swing by her son’s house for a visit. The place was trashed. The mother asked what happened and her son explained that the troll did it. Then he offered to show his mother the troll. This time she accepted his invitation. The son then led his mother to his bedroom closet, which had been barricaded with furniture, and revealed the troll trapped inside. The troll turned out to be a severely pissed off little person (or “dwarf” as they are known in some circles). Apparently, he was a Jehovah’s Witness going door to door when he showed up at the home of the Down’s Syndrome-afflicted young man. The young man- apparently never having seen a little person before- somehow assumed he was a troll and- as is usually the case when one happens upon a troll- decided to capture him. You really can’t blame him. I would have done the same thing in his shoes.
Being a Jehovah’s Witness and all, the troll did not want to press charges or anything and went on his way, probably vowing never to knock on that particular door again. I realize this story has an urban legend vibe to it (It has been suggested here), but I am hoping more than anything that this is true. I really need this right now.
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