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 "I am the guardian of the forest," Marty said, "Years ago, after the witch turned evil, Marzurka sent me here. It was my job to warn people about the witch and stop them from getting close the to castle. As the years passed, I became a myth. I was the creature parents warned there children about." Marty pointed his finger in front of him, "'Don't go into the forest, Thomas,' they would say, 'or else the green dwarf will eat you up.' I don't really eat children nowadays, too fatty.

"Anyway, all the bad publicity worked and soon no one came into the forest. I get very lonely, but Marzurka often comes to see me. He's told me all about you."

"You said he was you cousin." Billy shook his head, "How?"

"Me 'n' Marzurka," Marty began, "We share the same great-great-great-great grandfather. He was a well respected woodcutter in this very forest. He was not a tall man, but he lived for chopping wood. Because he loved the forest so much, the forest loved him in return. The trees grew to the size of giants and they were made from strong, sturdy wood. They also produced their best wood in the lower branches, so he could reach them. He sold his wood for building fires and making houses. He had a booming business and all his customers loved him. One day, he decided he'd settle down and start a family of his own. So he gathered the best wood he could find and built himself a little cottage on the edge of the forest."

"Hey, that's my house!" Billy exclaimed.

"Yes, I know." Marty grinned.

"But," Billy frowned, "Why don't you and the wizard look alike?"

"I'm getting there, I'm getting there," The creature said impatiently, "It's not very often I get to tell this story, ya know."

Billy apologised and encouraged him to continue.

"One day, my grandfather was awakened with a fright. There's was a loud knock at the door. When he answered it, there's was a forest troll standing in the cold. Imagine my grandfather's surprise, she was about seven foot tall with thick black of hair all over her body.  Her skin was the colour of leaves in the trees. She was in an awful state. She said through her sobs that her tribe, deep in the forest, were chasing her because she refused to go through with her arranged marriage.

"So my grandfather hid her (not an easy task) in the cottage so as she was not found. Months passed and no one had come for her. It wasn't long before my grandfather realised he didn't want her to leave, he was in love."

"What a lovely story." Billy said, "So why..."

The troll interrupted, "I look like our grandmother with our grandfather's height, he's a spitting image of our grandfather, but taller, like she was."

"Right," Billy nodded.

There was an awkward silence between the pair.