written by Debbie Williamson
“Pretty flowers grow everywhere,” said Troll Mother, sadly, one afternoon. “Everywhere except for my garden.”
“But I don’t understand it,” said Troll Daddy. “Last year you had the best flowers in all of Troll Town. There must be something in that soil that you used this year. Let me take a look and see.”
Troll Daddy went over to Troll Mother’s garden and took a good look at the soil. He picked up a clump of soil in his hands. He took a good look at it and squeezed it between his fingers. He threw the clump of soil back down into the garden and was about to head back into the kitchen but he smelled something very familiar. He looked at his hands and saw a black thick liquid. He smelled the liquid and was shocked to find out that it smelled like oil.
“Oil!” exclaimed Troll Daddy at the top of his lungs. “We have oil in your flower garden!”
Troll Daddy grabbed the telephone off the wall.
“What is going on?” asked Troll Mother.
“Take a good whiff of my hand,” said Troll Daddy.
“Why that smells like oil?” exclaimed Troll Mother.
“Oil?” exclaimed Troll Mother, with a confused look on her face. “I thought you were going to check out my garden and here you were just messing around with the car.”
“No,” said Troll Daddy. “This oil came from your garden! We have struck it rich!”
“So who are you calling?” asked Troll Mother.
“An oil expert,” said Troll Daddy. “I want them to come and test our soil for oil!”
Troll Daddy made an appointment for the oil expert to come out and test the soil.
“Oh just think,” said Troll Daddy, after hanging up the telephone. “We are going to be rich!”
That evening, Troll Daddy could talk of nothing else except what he was going to do with all his riches, how he was going to build a new house for his family and send his children to the best school’s and purchase a brand new vehicle. He was so excited that he could barely sleep that night.
The next morning Troll Mother was outside and she noticed something from the corner of her eye. She walked over to her garden and saw an empty oil container close by and then she saw Troll Baby’s soother sitting right beside it.
“So,” said Troll Mother to Troll Daddy, later that morning. “How much oil do you think we have here?”
“Oh probably a few hundred barrels,” said Troll Daddy.
“Well I think it is more like about two litres of oil,” said Troll Mother, showing Troll Daddy the empty oil container and Troll Baby’s soother.