Day 7 - Luggage, finally, and a nice trip

M. Troll was oblivious to the policeman following him, and that is what saved him. The policeman understood quickly that M. Troll was innocent of a lot of things, among them harassing little girls.

M. Troll came back safely to his home, not knowing he had been close to get arrested. After eating some brown cheese with bread and jam, he packed everything he needed for his trip to the North and went to bed peacefully.

The following day was the D-day. He woke up more excited than ever and gathered all his things while whistling happily. He put everything in his blue car and drove off, singing as loudly as possible The Offspring's songs.
More than one bird wondered if it was the end of the world.

After several hours, after midnight but before dawn, M. Troll reached his destination.
He planted his tent in the middle of nowhere and got quickly into his sleeping bag, since it was so cold outside.
After a few minutes of shivering without seeing any northern lights, he gave up on the idea of sleeping outside in the tent and came back to his car, still a bit heated. There, he finally managed to sleep, wondering why he decided to do that to himself in the first place.

Will he die of cold before having seen the northern lights? What is this smoke from far away that seems to come from a nice chalet?

Stay tuned!