Colm had spent his entire life as a Charlie Brown. If there was a banana peel available, he would step upon it and fall.
He’d always blamed it on a troll which, according to him, lived behind the wall in his cellar.
A gentleman and a scholar, he was well liked and admired. He could never invite people into his cellar though. His biggest fear was that others would also be enslaved.
Townspeople were fond of him so, they were concerned about his Job~like fate, and politely humored him about his odd claim.
‘As long as the troll is imprisoned,’ he insisted, ‘You all are safe.’
When he died of a ripe old age, people searched his cellar, noting, ‘There is nothing behind the wall, except a space where the wind whistles.’