Mostly when you climb a hill or scramble through the heather and come across a large rock it will be just what it seems: a large rock. But sometimes – just sometimes – you might come across a rock that is not exactly what it seems. Such a rock will look strange and sinister and different. A rock like that will be a Frid rock and inside it there will be a Frid. What a Frid looks like is very hard to say because Frids never come out of their rocks, but what they do is nasty (as you shall see). Once there was a Frid rock on a hill above a village in which there lived about two hundred people, some cows, some chickens, some pigs – and five dogs. All the people in this village were very careful not to upset the Frid. They spoke politely and quietly when they went near the rock and they put out crumbs by it and bowls of milk because crumbs and milk are a what Frids like. And the dogs were even more well behaved than the people, because an old story said that the last time a Frid had been angered it was by a dog and though no one could remember what had happened to the dog they knew that it was bad.
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