Two events were exciting. One was jousting on horseback and the other was shooting arrows at a troll. The troll was a large man dressed in chainmail and a formidable black helmet which obscured his face. The bows were small and loosely strung which lowered the odds of hitting him, plus he jumped and dodged despite his size. At a quiet moment he walked over to us and took off his helmet revealing realistic looking pig tusks coming from his lower jaw.
Wren was horrified, his reaction worsened by a wench-friend-of-troll who told him that The Troll Eats Babies for Breakfast.
Wren started crying and said he had to go away. The Troll, remaining in role, tried to ameliorate the situation by saying he was full. That made Wren feel even more worried and the rest of the morning he kept saying "not go back there to troll!"
Here are some pictures of the event.
Frost and Zephyr watch Jousting
Alex aims at the Troll
Frost Meets the Lost Boys
Frost, Isaac, Matthew and Zephyr
Wren speaks chicken (in our neighborhood)