else. Why, think of Josiah Mortimer. He was rich, but he never took a yacht to fight the Serpent of Gaul. He never rode the train right up to the Minotaur of Crete to shoot it. No, he went deep into the woods, armed with nothing but a rifle, a knife, and a copper kettle, and, after weeks of camping on the rocks, undernourished and cold, surrounded by thousands of goblins, he shot them all dead. And the ones he didn ' t shoot he stabbed. And the ones he didn ' t stab, he bashed over the head with the kettle. He hit them so hard with that kettle, that whoever ate from it thereafter got indigestion.
That was me. I am Josiah Mortimer. But in the modern times!
And just like that great adventurer, Thunderboy and I uncovered a treasure chest while digging! We did not tell the giant, but spirited it away into the tent with the Chinese. Inside we were quite delighted to find many Indian artefacts! There was a majestic headdress made of feathers, a bow and arrow set, and other assorted weapons! Thunderboy and the migrant workers hid these instruments, and there has been some talk of escape! in the distance. I ducked down a little, for he had a nasty temper when he woke. He was removing his armor. The giant beast pulled off his helmet in order to bask in the moonlight. He was a troll! A gigantic bridge troll! But what was he doing so far from European shores? Seeing what lay beneath that armor got the gears in my mind thinking.
It is a well known fact that trolls hate the sun! No wonder he always rises in the evening and works through the night!
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I told Thunderboy about my observation. I explained that European trolls are allergic to the sun. The migrant workers gathered around us to hear what I knew about our slave-driver. I knew quite a lot about trolls compared to them! I wonder if this is how Percy feels when he spouts out all his facts and trivia? Why, it feels less— I don ' t know— less " supercilious " and more " helpful " than I would have imagined.
We have come up with a plan. As long as the sun comes out tomorrow, we may find ourselves liberated by tea time!
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Thunderboy is quite the strongest gentleman I have ever met. The amount of labor he can accomplish, while I have to take breaks from lifting girders every few minutes, is astonishing. I have often found the strength of men attractive, but seeing his body work, it encourages me, as I ' m sure it encourages the others, to maintain our health and fitness.
He worked well into the sunset, but I had to take a break. I snuck out a little ways, clamored up the embankment and looked over the edge of the unfinished bridge. There I saw our captor
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In the morning Thunderboy gathered the weapons we had found earlier that week. The workers had spent a little of each night cutting through Thunderboy ' s restraints, and unbound, he disappeared into the landscape, awaiting the signal to sneak into the troll ' s tent to gather the keys to our shackles to release all of us captives.
I was in charge of the Chinese workers at the hoisting crane. It was the only weapon we had that was both big enough and that we could also reach while our shackles were