關於這本有聲書
In a shadowy hollow beneath the gnarled roots of an ancient oak, Gribble the Grumpy Troll resided. His eyes, a piercing shade of emerald, glinted under the brim of his weathered hat, as mismatched as his mood. With a nose crinkled like crumpled parchment and a scowl that could sour milk, Gribble was as notorious for his temper as he was for his cunning.
The local villagers whispered tales of Gribble's exploits, always careful to steer clear of the bridge he claimed as his own. This wasn't just any bridge; it was a crooked construction of stone and wood, spanning a murky stream that whispered secrets only Gribble could understand.
Each day, Gribble sat beneath his bridge, grumbling over the riddles and rhymes that would cost a bold traveler a few coins—or, on a bad day, their pride. His grumpiness was legendary, not just for the sake of being disagreeable, but because he believed the world was as twisted as the roots of his home.
And yet, for those rare souls who saw past his grumbles and grouches, Gribble held a wisdom woven through his tales of trolls and treasure, a reminder that even under the roughest stone, one might find a gleaming gem.
