Every Scylding in Heorot liked mead a lot,
But Grendel the beast, roaring outside did not. Grendel hated Scyldings, the whole Danish clan.
Can I say why? I don’t think I can. He spied on the Scyldings, he fumed and he wailed.
He watched as in Heorot they drank mead and drank ale. “How can I hurt them, the king and his thanes?”
Alone in his barrow, it drove him insane. Then he got an idea! An awful idea!
Grendel got a horrible, awful idea! That fiendish old monster was up to no good.
He decided to kill them and gorge on their blood.