A New Love

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Scoof was finally near the end of his journey. He could feel it in his bones and a rising sense of anticipation was making him a little edgy. He couldn’t relax his focus or determination for even a minute or he would once again be denied his prize, and it would take weeks to pick up the trail again. Scoof calmed himself and slowed his heartbeat. He flared his nostrils scanning the breeze for the stench of the beast he knew was near. It was a difficult task for his own odour was not much fairer than that of his prey. He had not washed for months in his single minded determination.

Life was so much simpler and painless only three months prior. Scoof was at his cottage in the foothills of the beautiful Budawang ranges – where he retreated every six months or so to recoup the spirit and compose his folk music. On a day like any other he was busy chopping wood in preparation for the chill of the evening when he heard a blood curdling scream – it was his beloved boer goat. He rushed to the other side of the shed where she normally grazed and found them. A filthy troll and his abominable whore of a she troll, tearing his love apart limb by limb. Without hesitation he threw his axe spinning through the air and with a mighty force it landed and split the she-troll’s head in two. The male leaped at Scoof with incredible speed and grabbed him by the leg. He swung Scoof with an mighty strength and sent him flying into the bush and tumbling down a steep ravine.

Hours later Scoof regained consciousness; bloody and bruised. It took him a little while to get up, mainly because he had to first dislodge a tree stump from his rectum, and simultaneously fight a wild dog to the death for the right to his remaining left nad (Scoof lost his right nad in a nasty rutting incident two years earlier). As Scoof tore the heart out of the wild dog with his bare hands, he vowed to hunt that troll to the very ends of the earth. Scoof would pay whatever price was required, even if it meant his own life.