Once upon a time, or maybe it was twice or three times. One can never be sure of anything these days. Anyway, once (or more) upon a time, there was a smattering of trolls. (A smattering is the scientific term for 3 or more trolls, like a pride of lions, gaggle of geese, etc) Now, in this troll smattering I'm sure there were adult trolls, but they were very rarely present. The troll larvae (babies), however, were abundant.
The troll smattering lived in a hole and had little or no contact with other species, or even other trolls. It was a sad situation. The troll adults paid the larvae little heed and pretty much allowed them to run rampant, causing Mischief. The larvae had very few social skills and were generally quite irksome.
One of the troll families had some significantly more irksome larvae than others. One of the larvae, his name was Bobo, was a professional Button Pusher. He made it a point to go up to anyone he came across and rile them up. the other species, like the faeries and the elves, would go to the other side of the street if they saw him coming. He wasn't very well liked, needless to say. He was generally a punk of a larvae. But he got his comuppance.
One day, Bobo was wandering around the swamps looking for people to irritate. Sitting under a tree, minding their own business, was a fleet of dragons. They were peaceful dragons, philosophers, so Bobo thought they were an easy target. He chuckled to himself as he approached the picnicing fleet.
"wassup u scaley freaks." said Bobo as he came upon the dragons.
the dragons mearly glanced at Bobo with a look of disdane.
"U should say hi back when someone say sumthing 2 U."
One of the elder dragons decided to address the troll.
"Why should we bother ourselves with you? You are naught but larvae. A pimple. A boil. A minor irritation. We shall do nothing but ignore you and maybe you will get the hint and go drown yourself in a puddle."
But Bobo did not go away. He continued to dance around the dragons, poking them, smirking, using strange vocabulary that the dragons really didn't understand but passed it off as ignorant youth.
After an hour of Bobo pushing the dragons' buttons, the dragons finally had enough of Bobo's ignorant, juvenile antics and decided to take care of the problem themselves.
The elder dragon stood up, drawing herself to her full height and descended upon the larvae. In a puff of smoke, there was nothing left of Bobo but a tuft of fur.
The moral of the story..... well, I think it's pretty obvious, don't you?