If I ever would make a comic in french I would probably call it something like this.

And of course it would feature a flying pig, with a fierce stare.

Not so long ago, in a forest not so far away, lived a little troll.
It was unknown were he came from how long he had lived there. The owls murmured about far away pine forests in the mountains, while mice squeaked about how he came from across the rivers. Every part of the forest and creature had its own story, but in thruth, no one really knew.

The little troll lived in a remote corner of the forest. It's home was nothing more than two stone slabs pitched up against each other, covered with some dirt, moss and leaves to keep out the rain. The floor of his 'hut' was covered in leaves to keep him warm at night. All in all it was not much, but it was all he needed.