As most of our residents know, some weeks ago we have experienced an invasion of Trolls. According to folklore they originate from Scandinavia, so to give them full credit, our visitors were quite adventurous and enterprising.
They got it on reliable authority that there were some lovely villas under construction at a retirement village and as they were getting a bit fed up with the cold and inhospitable surroundings they lived in, they decided to be brave, pack up their belongings and come Down Under.
After some serious research - after all, they wanted value for money - they decided to come and live at Renaissance. It ticked all the boxes, they could play croquet, bowls, have a dip in the pool, play cards and even have a go at tap dancing.
They were so excited; too excited in fact, as they arrived a few weeks too early and there were no villas available.
But they were an ingenious bunch of Trolls, nothing could stop them now, a roof over their ugly little heads was all they needed and there it was - a bridge.
The lovely Residents they met told them that they had had to wait a very long time to see this bridge completed, but there it was, a link between the Old and New, the East and West, the Beauties and the Beasts.
They didn't really care about that. They just made themselves comfortable and created some ambience by placing a few lights around the place.
They were a perceptive bunch; they noted that there was a lot of conversation going on about elections. Names like Turnbull, Shorten or Di Natale meant nothing to them, but they got the drift, an election was imminent. As they were desperate to integrate, they decided to do what all the Aussies do, have elections.
Their options were limited, they didn't need a PM, an Association President, a Mayor nor a CEO, but they did need to vote and name their new home.
Compulsory or preferential voting was a bit foreign to them, but after lengthy deliberation they came up with a name everyone was deliriously happy about,
THE TROLL BRIDGE
However, that name conjured up enterprising ideas, so they placed signs on the bridge to inform all residents they had to pay a toll if they wished to traverse the Troll Bridge. Buckets were hung in appropriate places so you could deposit your coins; 5 cents one way, 10 cents return, dogs free.
Residents were confused, some were quite alarmed, others a tiny bit angry, however the majority saw the funny side of the Troll invasion and happily paid their toll.
Trolls are legendary figures and they have happily returned to their legendary lands, but not without leaving us with fond memories of their stay under our Troll Bridge.
This article is reproduced, with permission, from the 'Victoria Village Voice' a quarterly newsletter produced by residents of Renaissance Victoria Point and issued on behalf of the Residents' Association.