May 22
The enormous troll held John in both hands, sniffing him all over with its long, thick nose.
“What tasty food has come to me... tasty food...” the troll smacked his lips.
“Hey, you cannot eat me!”
“Why not?”
“Because you have not finished the other human yet,” John blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “If you eat me now, you will get an upset stomach.”
“What will I get?” the troll asked blankly.
“You will overeat and burst!”
The troll fell into thought.
“The food speaks wisely... Food must be marinated so it does not spoil. Then eaten later.”
“Food does not spoil if it is alive.”
“If food is alive, it can run away,” the troll objected.