I wouldn't offer if I did. Now, let's see... [Which one to choose?] --Oh, this is a nice tale. You'll like it.
"There once was a young woman working as a hired maid at a farm. One day, the farmer's son, a lad of seventeen, came home dragging some sort of strange animal behind him on a leash. Everyone at the farm, including the young maid, hurried to see what it was he had brought home — and as they came closer, they saw that it was a very small troll, thrashing wildly about trying to free itself. The boy was very proud of his catch and boasted that he would bring the troll to the local fair next week, sell it and get good money for it.
'Please don't do that', pleaded the maid. 'Can't you see how small it is? I think it's just a baby. And look how unhappy it is to be captured.'
The boy dismissed her, saying that she shouldn't feel bad for creatures such as trolls, but that's when the girl noticed that his hand was bleeding. 'Oh, but you're hurt!' she exclaimed. He answered that the troll had bitten him when he captured it but that she didn't need to worry; he would get the wound washed and bandaged as soon as he had securedly tied the ugly little thing outside the house, and then he would be fine. Yet she continued to worry, for she was very fond of the boy, brash though he was, and she had heard that troll bites were very poisonous.
And sure enough — after only a few hours had passed, the boy came down with a high fever and couldn't get out of bed for the rest of the day. His parents watched over him by the bedside the whole day and the whole evening. The maid would have liked to do the same, but the farmer ordered her to continue doing her chores around the farm, so she did. When night fell, she found a moment to go see how the troll was doing, tied up outside as it still was. She even brought it a bowl of milk and some raw meat to eat. The poor ugly creature, lying on the ground all spent after having struggled with the leash all day, growled at the maid when she approached, but when she carefully put down the food in front of it, it downed the meal as if it had been starving. Needless to say, its table manners were largely nonexistant.
Still, the girl stayed with it as it ate — albeit at a safe distance from its sharp teeth — feeling sorry both for the troll and for the foolish boy inside whose condition was getting worse by the hour. Suddenly she heard noises from the road, and looked up... and what should come walking up towards the farm in the darkness, if not a party of big, adult trolls?"