The Hill Troll III (continued)

'All right my pretty, toadstools are fine,
but not these mushrooms, because they are mine'…
'But these are the toadstools'
The young maiden said.

‘These are the toadstools, the gift from the dead’
The troll now, muddled and confused
‘These aren't mushrooms?’
He silently mused.

Pokey looked at the maiden with a threatening stare
She promptly replied, ‘the mushrooms, those over there’.
'Well little miss you had better go home,
I will give you neither mushrooms, nor toadstools to own'

The girl gave a look that seemed to show sorrow,
'Thanks for your kindness, I shall be back tomorrow'.
Waving goodbye she glided home,
whilst the confused wicked old troll to the mushrooms did roam.