One day, Dave the trousers became restless.
"There must be something beyond this biiiig forest." thought Dave. "Day in, day out, being worn by the same smelly old troll, two sizes too big for my modest inside leg. Surely there must be more to life?"
Dave lay and pondered, hoping one day to pass beyond the world he knew, out from the grasp of the mean old troll, who wore him only when feeling somewhat excited. First, however, he would need to find a more sympathetic owner. |
No plans for the Kegmeister.