Today my spirit is a tiny little troll with bare feet and big ears and unkept hair and slightly green skin. He's sitting in his dim, muddy little underground den because it's raining outside (metaphorically) and he's not at all happy about it. He doesn't like the accursed rain and he doesn't like this time of year and he doesn't like the mud between his toes. Today my spirit is a discontented and grouchy little troll and nothing you do will make him stop pouting. You might think that you can pick him up and tickle him on the stomach and say, "Cheer up little guy!" but it will not work. He will slap away your tickling hand or possibly, if you try again, bite you on the fingertip. He's not interested in cheering up and he's not interested in your desire for him to be a happy and cute little troll. Just leave him alone down here in the muddy mess where he belongs and go away.
But come back tomorrow.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
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