"Woke up in the morning light. Today is the day that I do everything right," a pink troll named Poppy sang, as she woke up, dancing around her room as she got ready for the day. "Now that I'm queen, I've got a kingdom to run. 'Cause trolls, they wanna have fun. Yeah, trolls just wanna have fun."

     She jumped out her pod window, being caught by one of her many friends, who twirled her up into the air, as the entire village began to sing along with their queen.

     "They just wanna, they just wanna. They just wanna. Trolls just wanna have fun."

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     In his underground bunker, a light blue troll named Branch lay in his bed, the sound of the village singing coming to his ears.

     Normally, he hated the morning song, thinking it would only attract predators, but ever since the trolls befriend the Bergens, and Branch found his true colors, he had been much happier. All thanks to one special girl.

     "Lived underground to get away from the world. 'Til I had my life changed by a beautiful girl," Branch sang along with the beat of the song from above, as he looked at a picture of him and Poppy.

     "Just need the guts to tell her that she's the one. But you know..." He sighed, looking at the picture sadly. Why couldn't he just tell her the way he felt? Well for one thing... what if she didn't feel the same way? He could ruin the best friendship he's ever had. But then again... what if she did feel the same way... his life would get infinitely better.

     "Today..." he whispered to himself. "Today's the day I finally tell Poppy how I feel..."

He looked around his bunker, spotting some art supplies, something Poppy had given to him, so he could get into scrapbooking. He hadn't used it yet, but now seemed like a good time to start.

Quickly, he rushed over to the art supplies getting to work on a special invitation. An invitation he would give to Poppy to ask her out on a date.

It was awful... turns out scrapbooking... not exactly Branch's thing...

There was something he was good at, though. Poetry. He loved writing poems. All his poems had always been about Poppy, but after he wrote them, he tore them up, never wanting anyone to find them, and realize his true feelings. Especially not Poppy.

But this one... it would be the best one yet. The one he wouldn't tear up after writing. The one he would finally give to Poppy.

He crumpled up the descries of an invitation he had so poorly made, and then grabbed another piece of paper, writing down his feelings for Poppy.

'In all the world there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world there is no love for you like mine,' he wrote on the small piece of paper. 'I don't think you will ever fully comprehend how you've made my dreams come true, or how you've opened up my heart to love you. You brought me sunshine when I only saw rain. You brought me laughter when I only felt pain. I will love you as long as the sun burns bright in the sky, as long as the moon shines it's light. I will love you until the end of time. If you would only be mine...'

     With a smile, he placed the poem in his hair for safe keeping, turning to head up his bunker elevator.

     "I can do this... I can do this... I can do this..." he told himself, as he rode up his elevator. "I can do this..."