life out of us.â
Mr Troll seemed pleased. He explained that âgoing roaringâ was an old trollish custom.
âIf we roar outside your cave three times it brings you good luck. Especially if you feed us.â His eyes strayed to the table set for supper.
âOh well, youâre welcome to join us for supper, arenât they, Jackie?â said Mr Priddle.
Mrs Priddle opened her mouth but seemed unable to speak.
âMarvellous,â said her husband. âAfter all, it is Christmas. The more the merrier!â
The Trolls went round the room hugging and kissing everyone and wishing them âHappy Trollmasâ.
The Snorleys remained clinging to each other on the sofa, looking as if they might bolt for the door at any moment. Things were looking up, thought Mr Priddle.
An hour later dinner was served and the party began to warm up. Two bottles of wine were uncorked (the Trolls were not used to wine and itmade them even more noisy than usual). They pulled crackers and wore paper hats lopsidedly on their heads. They ate second and third helpings of Mrs Priddleâs roast turkey and declared it ânearly as tastesome as goat pieâ (even Ulrik forgot that he was a veggytellyum). After dessert Grumpa stood on the table to sing an old trollish hunting song and no one seemed to mind when he put his foot in the trifle.
âA game!â cried Mrs Priddle when the song ended. âWe were going to play a game!â
âShall I pop home and fetch my quiz?â offered Mr Snorley.
âNo!â chorused the Priddles loudly and all at once.
âI got a game for Trollmas,â said Ulrik. âItâs called Rockball.â
âRockball?â said Mrs Snorley. âI donât think Iâve ever heard of it.â
âItâs great,â said Ulrik. âThis is the rock.â He passed a rock about the size of a small cannonball across the table for Mrs Snorley to admire.
âYouâve got the ball so you can start,â said Grumpa.
âOh! Me? What am I meant to do with it?â asked Mrs Snorley.
âTry and keep it,â said Ulrik.
âHow do I do that?â
âRun!â advised Grumpa.
âRun?â said Mrs Snorley. âRun where?â
âAnywheres,â said Mr Troll. âBefore we grab you by the legses and snaffle it off you.â
Mrs Snorley saw that Ulrik and Mr Troll were already getting to their feet. She screamed and fled from the table, holding the rock out in front of her as if it was a time bomb.
The Trolls chased her through the kitchen and out into the back garden, pursued by Alice, Warren and a worried Mr Snorley. Grumpa and Mrs Troll stood with the Priddles by the back door to watch them go.
âI do hope theyâre not going to get carried away,â said Mrs Priddle.
From somewhere in the darkness came a surprised scream closely followed by a roar of triumph.
âIt sounds like Mrs Snorleyâs the one being carried away,â grinned Grumpa.
It had turned out to be quite a merry Trollmas after all.
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