Once upon a time there was a little boy who lived in a poor family in a house at the foot of a mountain.
It is said that there is a well at the top with the cleanest water in the region. Since the family was poor, they decided to send the little boy up the mountain with a bucket to recieve some water. The boy had to agree, since it was his parents that had told him to do it.

Later that day, the boy took the bucket and started walking up the hill. On the first bend, he saw a camp, it looked like a bandit camp. The boy had no choice but to try and pass it. He walked up to the front door, it seemed abandoned so he squeezed through a hole he saw to the side. When he got in, he saw some smoldering sticks, like a fire had just been put out. He walked up to the stick and kicked them, then suddenly an arrow appeared at his feet. he quickly turned raound and seen some big men standing behind him, he wimpered and turned to run.

The big men follower after him, shooting arrows from their bows. When they reached the other side, the boy looked over to the gate. While he was looking at it, the gate smashed down and some trolls popped around the corner.
The trolls were tall, green and hairy with thick tusks on their faces. The bandits all stopped and stared, most of them turned around and ran away, the rest panicked and started shooting arrows at the trolls, the trolls skin was too thick and the arrows didn't penetrate. One of the troll picked up a nearby log and threw it at the bandits, they all fell down like pins in a bowling game. The trolls all laughed and one of them noticed the little boy in the corner, the boy whimpered again and tried to run back down the mountain but his path was blocked by a hair green foot, it was a troll foot. The troll in his path picked him up and said:

"Where are you running off to?" said the deep voice.