Day 2 - Did you say "trumpet"?

M. Troll, like a lot of trolls from his country, was a three-headed troll.
His cutest head was the toothless one. It ate a lot of ice cream.

His three-headed troll status made people ask him a lot of questions like: Do they each have a brain? Do you have one or three stomach? Are you three persons and not just one?
Each time, he sighted and tried to explain that of course, he was just one person with one stomach; that having three heads was as confusing as being divided on a question for a one-headed person, nothing more.
Said one-headed persons, being open-minded, always nodded when he answered that, all the while thinking: "Yeah, of course, it's the same, heh. But I, I only have one head, so I'm not really arguing with myself creepily."
Well, it was true M. Troll was arguing aloud, because he liked the sound of his heads' voices.

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Every day, the heads took a turn drinking morning coffee or eating a yogurt as breakfast. Life was simple, life was nice.

Until one day, a dilemma on a subject brought the two toothful heads to "argue".

"Hey," said the head on the left, "did you see this orange trumpet wanting to be king of the world?"
"Haha!" laughed the head in the middle. "He wants to be President of another country, not king!"
The toothless head, on the far right, licked happily an ice cream.
"President, king, it's all the same! He's orange and I heard he's against abortion! Being against abortion is bad," insisted the head on the left.
"Do you even know what is an abortion?" asked the head in the middle.
The toothless head started to feel uneasy, because it did share a brain with the other two, even if it was physically separated, and it didn't like being confused. It was maybe more separated from the toothless head than from the other two, nobody was sure of that, a fact that made this head more gentle.
"Well, I know it's something I still want to be able to do one day, when I'll feel ready," answered the head on the left while making a face that was supposed to mak it look intelligent.
The head in the middle snorted, and even the toothless head glanced at the head on the left at that sentence.

For once, the toothless head thought that maybe the other two didn't get a biggest share on the brain, as it had always thought. It smiled happily and resumed licking the ice cream.

M. Troll concentrated hard on the pleasure felt by the toothless head to chase the political argument away. He had never known he could have conflicting opinions on politics.
To change his mind, he signed up for a kungfu course that was to take place a few days later, and he logged in his favorite video game, where he dedicated himself to kill a monster that brought to his mind a movie happening in Manhattan. (Big monsters either pop up in Tokyo or New York, easy, heh?)

The sad part of this story is that he realized that maybe it was a bad idea to start trumpet courses or to cross path again with this instrument...

Will he like kungfu? Will he start playing trumpet?
Stay tuned! :)