Trollette

I am sure that in some corner of the academic world there hides and intellectual who knows vastly more about these issues than I do and has written 208 published articles about them, which none of us have ever heard of, probably because he writes like a troll, or, not to be sexist, she writes like a troll or trollette.

Did you divorce a Troll/Trollette and then find yourself hanging around bridges looking for another mate and what do you find?

Remember Garnet? He found the sweetest trollette in Cochrane. They've set up under a bridge not too far from me.

The red-bearded guy rushed over to the fallen troll-ette, who was clearly counting stars. “M'lady, a thousand pardons. I meant—” He soon joined her in calculating astronomy

Abe spotted a troll girl (a trollette) doing her laundry in the open mouth of a huge sewer pipe and having a good old sing-song to herself. You guessed it: that troll girl was my great-great-great-granny, Regurgita Glump