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In the shadow of a weathered bridge, nestled within the gnarled roots of an ancient oak, lived two unlikely companions – Grumble and Snarl, two trolls as different as night and day. Grumble, the elder of the two, was large and a disposition as sour as unripe berries. He was the keeper of tradition, steadfast in his belief that trolls should remain hidden from the prying eyes of humans. Snarl, on the other hand, was small and wiry, with furrowed brows and a mischievous glint in his eyes.