This is a Friday Fictioneerssubmission. This time, the word limit was a real struggle and I had to cut a lot out to get it to 110 words. Photo copyright Danny Bowman.
The Troll King realised the goats were planning war when one of them stole his ice cream at Cromer.
The Trolls drove the enemy into the hilly Norfolk Wilderness but there they had to stop; goats were better equipped for the mountainous terrain.
There was only one solution: raze the hills to the ground. Some called it overkill until the King reminded them they’d never been trapped on the wrong side of a style by a recalcitrant angora.
Thusly, the hawks had their way and the goats were driven and the Trolls were free to flood the newly flat East Anglian landscape and make their homes under the resulting bridges.