Loop That Troll!

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Fairy Tale Decodable Reader with ough Words

Practice Words

Words with the 'ough' letter pattern, which can produce multiple different sounds.

although bough enough rough roughly thoroughly though thought thoughtfully thoughts through tough
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On the right side of the image, Nib sits cross-legged on the floor on a green woven rug beside a spinning wheel threaded with red yarn, one hand reaching toward the wheel and the other holding a small ball of red yarn. She is a small child with a round face, large expressive dark eyes, thick eyebrows, chin-length dark brown hair parted to the side, and warm medium-tan skin. She wears a mustard-yellow long-sleeve sweater with subtle decorative patterns and brick-red pants. She has a determined, slightly defiant expression as she looks up from her work, mouth open as if calling out. A large ball of red yarn with a trailing strand sits in front of her on the rug. Behind her in the centre-left, one of Nib's brothers leans through an open window framed by pale patterned curtains, peering in at her with a concerned expression. He has dark navy-blue messy hair, light fair skin, a purple headband, and wears a purple knitted sweater with a subtle pattern. Green trees and blue sky are visible through the window behind him. The scene is set indoors in a cosy room during daytime, with a dark wooden door and a potted plant in a clay pot on the far right. The left side of the image is plain light background. The background and foreground art style is not Minecraft and should match the characters.

Nib sat on the floor, spinning rough red wool round her wheel. She had thoughtful plans for that wool, big plans. One brother leaned through the window and yelled, 'We're off to the hills, so lock the door!' 'I'll be fine enough,' said Nib, though she never looked up. She always said that, although she never locked the door.

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In the lower-left foreground, the Troll — a small stocky creature covered in shaggy dark blue fur with a round body, large bushy orange eyebrows, a tall orange-gold tuft of feathery hair on top of its head, large white eyes with black pupils, and a small round orange nose — crouches behind leafy green bushes with a grumpy, sly expression, watching the boys leave. To the left of centre, a small wooden house with a peaked thatched straw roof and crossed roof poles sits on a grassy hillside, with a broom leaning beside its door; a second thatched hut stands further up the hill in the upper-right background among trees. Two boys walk away up a winding dirt path dotted with rocks and grassy tufts: both have black messy hair and light fair skin and wear dark navy headbands; one wears a purple knitted sweater with zigzag patterns and olive-green pants, the other a blue knitted sweater with zigzag patterns and blue pants. The scene is set outdoors on a bright sunny day with a clear blue sky and fluffy white clouds.

The moment the boys were gone, something crept out of the woods. Something shaggy. Something sly. Something with a tuft of orange hair and a belly that rumbled like thunder. The Troll had watched that little house thoroughly for days. Now the big ones were gone.

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On the right side of the image, the Troll — a large creature covered in shaggy dark blue fur with a round body, large bushy orange eyebrows, a tall orange-gold tuft of feathery hair on top of its head, large white eyes with black pupils, a small round orange nose, and orange-tan feet with visible toes — crouches beside a small wooden house, peering through a window with one hand raised against the wall. Through the tiny window, Nib is visible inside, shown from a three-quarter angle sitting and working on her yarn with a ball of red wool beside her, unaware of the creature outside. She has a round face, large expressive dark eyes, chin-length dark brown hair, and wears a mustard-yellow sweater with subtle patterns and brick-red pants. The scene is set outdoors on a grassy area in daylight, with the Troll looking sneaky and intent as it spies on the house.

The Troll tiptoed to the wall and pressed one huge eye to the window. There she was. A small girl with her back to him, humming and spinning wool like she had all the time in the world. The Troll licked his lips. 'Easy,' he thought.

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On the right side of the image, the Troll — a large creature covered in shaggy dark blue fur with a round body, large bushy orange eyebrows, a tall orange-gold tuft of feathery hair on top of its head, and large white eyes with black pupils — shoves itself through a smashed window in the wall, scowling with intense, determined eyes as broken glass and splintered wood debris fly into the room, the wooden frame cracked apart and red-orange curtains pushed aside on either side, a patch of blue sky and clouds visible behind it. Below the window in the lower right interior, Nib sits cross-legged on the floor, recoiling with a frightened, wide-eyed expression and open mouth, one hand raised as she cries out at the beast bursting in above her. She has a round face, large expressive dark eyes, chin-length dark brown hair, warm medium-tan skin, and wears a mustard-yellow sweater with subtle patterns and brick-red pants. Beside her, a small wooden spinning wheel with a red rim spins, its red yarn trailing to a ball of red yarn on the floor. The scene is set indoors during daytime, with the left half of the image left as empty pale cream wall, emphasising the contrast between the small cosy interior and the massive creature crashing inside.

He shoved his head through the window. Glass burst and flew, and the wooden frame cracked apart. But the gap was not wide enough, though he pushed with all his might. 'Fine,' he muttered, rubbing his nose. 'I'll try the door.'

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On the right side of the image, the Troll's large shaggy dark-blue-furred arm reaches in from the upper left, grabbing Nib by the back of her clothing and lifting her off the ground. Nib has a scared, wide-eyed expression with her mouth open in surprise. She has a round face, large expressive dark eyes, chin-length dark brown hair, warm medium-tan skin, and wears a mustard-yellow sweater with subtle patterns and brick-red pants. She clutches a large ball of red yarn tightly in her arms as she is pulled away. The scene is set indoors in a rustic wooden room with a window letting in soft light, and a spinning wheel is partially visible in the lower right corner. The left side of the image is plain white/misty background.

The door swung open. Of course it did. Nib never locked it. A big furry arm reached in and grabbed her by the sweater. Nib yelped. The room spun. The ground dropped away. But even though she dangled in the grip of a troll, Nib hugged her red wool tight.

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On the left side of the image, a large leafy tree rises from a grassy patch of ground, with the right side of the scene left as open cream-white space. Nib sits alone, cross-legged, on a thick branch of the tree. She has a round face, large expressive dark eyes, chin-length dark brown hair, warm medium-tan skin, and wears a mustard-yellow sweater with subtle patterns and brick-red pants. She frowns with a determined, cross expression as she grips a thin red thread of wool in both hands — no ball of wool is visible. The thread stretches up and off the top-left corner of the image, and a loose end dangles straight down from the branch below her. On the ground beneath the tree stands the Troll, a stocky creature covered in shaggy dark blue fur with a round body, large bushy orange eyebrows, a tall orange-gold tuft of feathery hair on top of its head, large white eyes with black pupils, and a small round orange nose — glancing grumpily up and to the side. The scene is set outdoors during the daytime, with green bushes, small grey rocks, tiny yellow flowers, and tufts of grass around the base of the tree.

The Troll had stuffed Nib high into a tall tree, though he hadn't thought things through. He rested below, sure she was too scared to move. He was wrong. Thoughtfully, Nib tied the end of her red wool to a bough and let it drop, down along the dirt path, all the way home. 'Find the wool,' she whispered. 'Follow the wool.'

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On the right side of the image, two of Nib's brothers stand facing each other on a dirt path in a small village of thatched wooden huts nestled among the trees. They have dark navy-blue messy hair, light fair skin, thick dark eyebrows, and wear purple headbands. The brother on the left wears a purple short-sleeved shirt with a subtle zigzag pattern and olive-green pants, standing with a hand on his hip and an annoyed, arguing expression. The brother on the right wears a blue knitted sweater with a subtle zigzag pattern and blue pants, frowning grumpily as he holds a red ball of yarn in one hand, with a thin red thread of wool trailing from it and winding up the path, past the rooftops and through the wooded hillside into the distance. A large thatched hut with a wooden barrel and steps stands beside them, with more huts and a winding path scattered up the green, tree-covered slope behind. The viewpoint is at ground level. The scene is set outdoors in daytime with purple mountains and a bright blue sky with clouds in the background, and the left side of the image is empty white space.

Up on the hill, the brothers stopped. 'What's that?' said one, pointing. A thin red line wound through the trees, past the rooftops, deep into the forest. 'That's Nib's wool!' said the other. 'It leads to the cave on the ridge. Come on!' They ran.

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On the left side of the image, two of Nib's brothers climb toward the entrance of a large, dark cave set into a rocky mountainside, where rough stone steps lead up into the gloom. They have dark navy-blue messy hair, light fair skin, thick dark eyebrows, and wear purple headbands. The brother standing upright at the cave mouth wears a blue knitted sweater with a subtle zigzag pattern, blue rolled-cuff pants, and blue shoes; he holds a coiled bundle of red wool in his hands, gazing cautiously into the darkness with a determined posture. The other brother crouches low on the rocks just below and behind him, wearing a purple short-sleeved top with a subtle zigzag pattern, olive-green pants, and dark shoes, gripping the red wool thread as he looks up toward the cave with a tense, ready stance. The thin red thread of wool runs between them, loops upward, and disappears into the dark cave interior. Leafy green trees and small shrubs cling to the rocky cliff face around the cave entrance, with a bright blue sky and white clouds behind. The right side of the image is open, blank white space with no detail.

The cave mouth gaped like a yawn in the rock. Cold air crept out, and the red wool trailed inside, swallowed by the dark. The rocks were rough under their feet. 'She's in there,' one brother said. The other nodded. They stepped into the gloom.

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On the right side of the image, the Troll sits slumped against a cave wall with eyes closed, sleeping peacefully. The Troll is a stocky creature covered in shaggy dark blue fur with a round body, large bushy orange eyebrows, a tall orange-gold tuft of feathery hair on top of its head, large white eyes (now closed), a small round orange nose, and orange-tan feet with visible toes. A large golden key hangs from a cord at the Troll's waist. At the Troll's feet, two of Nib's brothers work together. One is about to take the key from the Troll's waist, grinning with excitement, while the other crouches nearby, looking up cautiously with a finger to his lips. They have dark navy-blue messy hair, light fair skin, thick dark eyebrows, and wear red-orange headbands, blue knitted sweaters with subtle zigzag patterns, and olive-green pants. The scene is set inside a dim cave with rocky walls and muted pinks and greys in the background.

Inside, the Troll slumped against the wall, snoring rough and loud. Pebbles jumped. From his belt hung a big gold key. One brother crept close. His fingers found the cord. He lifted the key slow and steady, and held it up with a grin. The other brother pressed a finger to his lips. Not a sound. Not yet.

Page 10
On the left side of the image, one of Nib's brothers stands facing toward a set of tall vertical bars (like a cage or gate), inserting a large golden key into the lock with both hands, his expression focused and resolute. He has dark navy-blue messy hair, light fair skin, thick dark eyebrows, a red-orange headband, and wears a blue knitted sweater with a subtle zigzag pattern and olive-green pants. At his feet, a trail of red wool lies along the ground near the base of the bars. The scene is set inside the Troll's dim cave with rocky walls, muted earthy tones, and a hazy, dusty atmosphere. Behind the bars on the far left, several small children are partially visible, pressing close to the gate with hopeful expressions, illuminated by faint torchlight.

Behind the iron bars, small faces pressed forward. Wide eyes. Held breath. The brother slid the key in the lock and turned it slow. Click. One click was enough. The gate swung open, and the children poured out like water. Free at last.

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On the right side of the image, the Troll dominates the foreground, shown in close-up at a three-quarter angle with its mouth wide open in an angry yell. The Troll is covered in shaggy dark blue fur with large bushy orange eyebrows, a tall orange-gold tuft of feathery hair on top of its head, large white eyes with black pupils wide with fury, and a small round orange nose. Behind a wooden fence or gate in the mid-ground, a group of children stand together looking startled and scared, with one child crouching or ducking down near the base of the fence. The scene is set inside the Troll's cave with rocky walls and dim lighting.

'Hey!' the Troll roared, his eyes snapping open. Although he had been sleeping, one rough sound had woken him. He saw the open gate, and he saw the children running for the cave mouth. His thoughts turned dark. 'That food is mine!' he shouted, scrambling up onto his tough feet.

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On the left side of the image, the Troll — a stocky creature covered in shaggy dark blue fur with large bushy orange eyebrows and a tall orange-gold tuft of feathery hair on top of its head — stumbles forward on a rocky ledge outside the cave entrance, tangled in red wool wrapped around its legs and body, mid-fall with a surprised, wide-eyed expression as it loses balance. Its large white eyes are wide with shock and its orange-tan feet scramble for footing. Below and ahead of the Troll, a group of children run away along the rocky path, looking scared and urgent, with Nib at the front — a small child with chin-length dark brown hair, warm medium-tan skin, and a mustard-yellow sweater with brick-red pants — glancing back with a triumphant, frightened expression. The right portion of the image is plain light grey/white background.

The Troll charged after them, out of the cave and into the light. One step. Two steps. Then his foot caught on something red. Nib's wool! Looped round his ankles, his knees, his belly. She had been winding it round him the whole time. Although he was a big tough troll, down he went. Boom.

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In the lower half of the image, Nib stands in the foreground with a proud, slightly mischievous grin, hands at her sides in a confident pose. She has a round face, large expressive dark eyes, thick eyebrows, chin-length dark brown hair parted to the side, warm medium-tan skin, and wears a mustard-yellow long-sleeve sweater with subtle decorative patterns and brick-red pants. To her right, two of Nib's brothers stand together — they have dark navy-blue messy hair, light fair skin, red-orange headbands, and wear blue knitted sweaters with subtle zigzag patterns and olive-green pants. One has his hands on his hips looking exasperated, the other has a slightly amused but scolding expression, mouth open as if saying the final line. Behind them in the middle ground, a group of rescued children are lined up together, looking on with grateful, curious expressions. The scene is set outdoors on a grassy hillside with trees and a pale, overcast sky in the background.

Nib stood at the front, wool dust on her sweater and a grin on her face. Her brothers stared. Then they began to laugh. 'Good for you, Nib! That wool trick saved us all. But next time, lock the door!' Nib shrugged. 'If I had locked it, though, you would have missed all the fun!'

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