A long time ago, on the Island of Trid, there lived a Rabbi.

A long time ago, on the Island of Trid, there lived a Rabbi. The Rabbi lived among the Tridites who inhabited the island. The Rabbi became stranded on the island in the years previous. Now, the Tridites had a strange tradition. Every year, in celebration to the new year, all the Tridites would travel up the mountain in the middle of their island. It took three long, tedious days of committed traveling to finally reach the top. At the event of reaching the top of the mountain, there was a giant troll who would kick them off the top of the mountain. This usually killed several of the Tridites. The Rabbi, confused at this strange tradition, decided he would accompany the Tridites on their New Year's Journey up to the mountain. Finally, New Year's rolled around, and the Rabbi began packing for the journey. He packed everything that the other Tridites packed. The next morning, they all got up and stretched, preparing to ascend the mountain. It took three, long, tedious days to reach the top, but they all finally made it. Suddenly, a cataclysm much like an earthquake began to take place. The Tridites grabbed hold of anything they could find that would steady them. Then the Rabbi saw the giant troll. The giant troll began to kick all of the Tridites off of the top of the mountain. The Rabbi shuttered as he saw a very pretty girl in her teens, fall down the mountain, getting all scratched up. Before long, all of the Tridites had been kicked down the mountain. The Rabbi looked around and saw that he was the only one still up there. He cautiously approached the giant troll. "excuse me, Giant Troll?" Said the Rabbi. "Yes" Said the Giant Troll, in a very loud voice that shook the tops of the trees. "How come you didn't kick me off the mountain? He asked. The Troll laughed, then spoke up suddenly: "Silly Rabbi! Kicks are for Trids"