Planet Ode had two moons. Its evil moon, since ancient times, had taken pleasure in her bond with the oil trolls. Wrapping her alluring round body in a gown of crimson, she looked down upon the oil trolls, always amused at their custom of stealing from others. In the night sky, silhouetted against her blood red light, she watched the oil trolls hobble with their quirky gait up Mt. Grieg.

  Hissing through broken teeth and sniffing the air, their vile minds held only one thought—to sneak into a mountain troll’s cave and steal one of their babies. Silent as a snake on its belly, the oil trolls would creep into the cave’s dark corners. Squatting down, they waited for the baby troll to fall into its deepest slumber. When they could hear the little troll breathing heavily, the oil trolls crawled out of the shadows. Bending over the baby, they sucked breath from its small nose and mouth. Oil trolls believed the baby’s breath gave them a longer life.

  After this cruel deed, they stuffed the weakened little troll into a burden basket of woven animal hair. With the basket secure on their backs, they wobbled down the mountain. Once the oil trolls reached the bog and the river’s edge, they gave the baby trolls to the females who disguised them as tangled roots and raised them as slaves.

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  Mt. Grieg’s peaceful mountain trolls finally had enough of the oil trolls’ cruelty. Outraged over the thieving of their young, they called upon Odin’s father to lead them in war. He formed troops of courageous trolls, all armed and trained with the atlatl. With this intelligent weapon, the trolls were able to throw their spears with speed and accuracy. Odin’s father led the mountain warriors into battles that scattered the oil trolls to distant bogs.

  The battered oil trolls begged for a treaty and proposed a meeting to end the war. Odin’s brave father was the noble troll selected to negotiate the peace.

  Odin feared the night, because it was on a foggy night that his father went into the bog to meet with the oil trolls and their chieftains. The cowardly oil trolls ambushed Odin’s father and killed him. This treacherous act enraged the mountain trolls. Their wrath was so ferocious, that the oil trolls were forced to flee to the farthest reaches of the black water bogs. For many years, not a single oil troll was seen in the bogs near Mt. Grieg.