Grott hummed to himself, idly scratching his side. He realized a few flakes of gray-green skin had come off when he did that. He moved his hand up, and sniffed his fingers, recoiling in disgust. He decided not to worry about it.
Squatting in the muck under the bridge, he admired the scenery as best he could from where he was at. There were trees around him, he was in the woods. A small sign said "Campsite: 4 miles" on the far side of the bridge, the road stretching on afterwards. Grott would confess that he had seen no animals or humans walk across the bridge yet, he had just recently set up. At around that time, Grott heard a noise from far off, coming closer. It didn't sound like feet, but he still prepared to hop up onto the bridge and accost whoever or whatever would come across!
He waited, and then he pounced! He slammed onto the bridge with his fat, ugly body right in front of a silver pickup, the humans inside suddenly screaming. He tilted his head, scratching it in confusion. Another monster ate those humans before he could? And it had a transparent stomach?
The troll stepped forward, picking up the front end of the pickup with his immense strength and looked under it, hoping to find something. The tires suddenly started to move, and one of them dug into Grott's hand, making him howl in pain. He let go of the pickup as an object slammed from the truck's bed onto the ground, ice and water flowing everywhere from it, as the truck moved backwards quickly. Grott roared and chased it a little, but it was too far and he didn't want to stray from his bridge. Besides- the thing had dropped something! He walked over to the object and realized it was a cooler. He dug through it, eating a few sandwiches in one bite, and he enjoyed them. So, he put the cooler under one arm and started to pick through it like candy, just enjoying the meal he had just earned. He also stuck his injured hand in the ice, it felt nice. How could this day possibly get any better?