Troll Høll Traditional Cache
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You are looking for a slim container which you will have to
retrieve and replace with care in order for it to stay in
place.
Noo, lang syne there wir three gaits, coorse
kind they were an by the name oe Gruff. Hivin spent the
winter in the kailyard they were mair like a rikle oe banes,
so they would off tae the hill tae put some beef upon them.
Foreby the burn wis in spate, rummilin an roarin doon the
muirside so they would hae to go owre the brig; but uner thae
brig howfed a muckle orra troll we een the size oe saucepan
lids and a nse as lang as a spurtle.
Foreby the wee gait cawed Gruff goes tae gang ower the brig;
clitter, clattering goes
thae brig. "Hoo's at clatterin ower my brig?" roars thae troll.
"Ach that would be me, a tiny wee gait on ma wye up the hill tae
make masel fat." says the wee gait cawed Gruff we sic a sma voice.
"Well I'll hae ye fir ma mait," says thae troll. "Michty no, I'm fa
too sma," says thae gait. "Wait an foreby thae next gait he'll fill
yer waim an mair."
"Awa we ye then", says thae troll.
Noo, so they secon gait by the name oe Gruff goes tae cross thae
brig;
clitter,
clatter, clitter, clattering goes thae
brig. "Hoo's at clatterin ower my brig?" roars thae
troll. "Ach it's masel, thae middle yin cawed Gruff. Am awa
up the hill
tae make masel fat." says the gait, we nae such
a sma
voice. "Well I'll hae ye fir ma mait," says thae
troll. "Michty no, no me," says thae gait. "Wait an
foreby thae next gait he's a great muckle thing that'll hae
ye blootered we the eatin."
"Awa we ye then", says thae troll.
Straight off up comes the muckle gait by the name oe
Gruff; CLITTER,
CLATTER,
CLITTER,
CLATTER, CLITTER,
CLATTERING
goes thae
brig. "Hoo's at clatterin ower my brig?" roars thae
troll.
"At's me, thae muckle great
gait." says the gait, who'd a richt orra voice
himsel. "Well I'll hae ye fir ma mait," says thae troll.
"Wiil you that," says thae muckle gait,
"Well, come ye along, fir I've got twa
spear,
an I'll cowp yer een right oot yer ear;
an forebye, here's ma currlin stane,
we thay I grind ye bit yer blood an bone!"
An as up comes thae troll, the gait flew at him, spearin oot his
een, an crushin him tae bloody bits an bone, wit he cowpit ower the
brig an intae thae rumilin river. An then forbye he went on up thae
hill an ate himsel fat. An aw three gaits put as much beef on them
that if it hidna come off again they woold niver have made it doon
again for the feein.
"So up the hill tae mak'm
fat;
the troll's noo deed
an that's aw
that!"
Additional Hints
(Decrypt)
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