Rowling’s Troll

Low rumbling, shuffling footfalls, gigantic feet. Something huge, moving toward them. Into the shadows, as it emerged into a patch of moonlight.

Twelve feet tall, skin a dull, granite gray. Lumpy body, like a boulder, its small bald head perched on top. Legs thick as tree trunks. Flat, horny feet.


The troll peered inside.

Making up its tiny mind.

Then slouched into the room.

* Elimination poem from passage in J.K. Rowling’s “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone”.

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