There once was a town called Trid. The townspeople had a happy life, exept for one thing. There was a mountain right next to the town. On that mountain there lived an ogre. Whenever the Trids went up the mountain to herd their sheep, the ogre would kick them down - literally.
One day, a foreign rabbi came to Trid. The Trids told him about the ogre. The rabbi said, "I'll see what I can do."
The rabbi went up to the ogre. The ogre looked at him, but didn't do anything. The rabbi said to the ogre, ""How come you kick down the people of Trid, but not me?"
The ogre replied, "Silly rabbi, kicks are for Trids!"
There once was this group of strange beings called Trids. The Trids were only about a foot long, and the lived in a valley next to a hill. Every day they would climb the hill to gather berries and other plant foods.
At the top of the hill lived an Ogre that always kicked the Trids down the hill.
Finally, the leader of the Trids called a local Rabbi to come help them get food and to talk to the ogre. The Rabbi stood behind a tree on the hill and watched the Trids climb up the hill.
All was fine, until the Ogre popped out of a cave and one-by-one kicked the screaming Trids down the hill.
The Rabbi scaled the hill and asked the hideous creature why he kept kicking the Trids.
The Ogre looked over at the Rabbi and simply replied, ''Silly Rabbi, Kicks are for Trids.'' '
Ogre take a flying leap!
Ogre take a flying leap. Knock Knock
Ogre the hill!