Stilly,

Texas is a large place. I took the wrong transportation at the depot and ended up on the Silly River Stage to the wrong place. Thankfully, where there are rivers, there are bridges,and where there bridges, there are trolls underneath. Unfortunately, with times as they are, many of our kind are reduced to picking the pockets of the drunken transients who have also taken to sleeping under bridges, but will think they lost their belongings downtown somewhere. Times are tough all over, and there's more to worry about than gruff goats on the roads these days.

I met a young troll named Bridgette who kindly instructed me how to get to the banks of the Stilly from the banks of the Silly and how to tell a "Stillian" from a "Silly 'un"....

But I have already found some amusing trinkets on the way, and now as I approach a rustic span and hear a voice sweetly singing "Oft' In The Stilly Night", I know I have found the right place!

Maybe I can finally pull up a bridge and take a nap, or even two if they're small....