A short recital by a little pink haired Troll… his name is Clive…
Let me tell you about Clive… many years ago… in another life… I was a waiter and Clive worked with me…
He sat on the end of my pencil and watched me work… When someone left a bad tip Clive would sing a little song and do a little dance and curse that person… soon he was doing this for the other waiters and waitresses who worked there.
One day a bad person kidnapped Clive and left a ransom note… but that’s a whole other story….
