There was once...

a land of the Trids, which were Jewish elf-like creatures that lived over a bridge. These Trids were very industrious and went over the bridge every day to town for work, and then back over the bridge again on the way home. There was foul ogre who lived under this bridge and it was a well know fact that in oder to pass over his bridge, he would have to kick each Trid as the toll charge. Now, one day a rabbi came to the land of the Trids for a holiday. He had heard of this ogre and the rule about crossing his bridge. But when the rabbi got there, the ogre was nowehere in sight, so he walked half way over the bridge. From the middle of the bridge, the rabbi spotted the ogre kicking back underneath it with his hands behind his head and a piece of straw in his mouth. The rabbi said to him, "Aren't you supposed to kick whoever crosses your bridge?"

The ogre lazily looked up at him and said, "Silly rabbi, kicks are for Trids."