Check out Jane’s painting for this week’s challenge:
Such a thought-provoking title for it too!
The Princess picking lice from the Troll
She could just make out the little blighters in his furry head as he bowed sheepishly in the half light.
‘You really should stop playing in the children’s playground Tol,’ she admonished.
‘I bet you found a hat to try on when no-one was looking.’
‘No-one saw me‘, he sulked. ‘I waited until they went back into class before coming out from my hiding place.‘
‘That’s not the point. I can’t keep doing this for you. It hurts my eyes and that old crone’s potion didn’t work. You’ve got a bald patch where I tried it!’
‘It stung too. Don’t you have a fine comb you can use instead of your fingers?’
‘Luckily the infestation doesn’t seem too bad this time.’
She started to giggle.
Tol sat back on his haunches and tried to look menacing.
‘Ha! You know that won’t work on me you great oaf. Come here and I’ll try to be as gentle as I can.’
Parting the soft fur on the crown of his head, she started to chant:
‘He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me………’
‘That’s right,’ he grumbled. ‘Kick a poor troll when he’s down.’
She kissed him fondly and laughed louder.