I was jogging along a mountain road, and came upon a bridge. There were some goats on the bridge, so I did what I always do when I encounter livestock in the wild. I used my fire breath shout and turned them all into dinner. Than... I counted them. One, two... three...

Hmmmnmm three goats and a bridge. I go under the bridge and there he is! A dead troll! LOL. I thought that was great.