We visited darling uncle on Sunday. One of the things we did there was to go under a bridge carrying a road to get to a causeway on the river.
Little bear was enjoying the walk, and we threw sticks into the river (or, in little bear's case, at the river) and then came back.
'This is where the troll lives.' OH told little bear seriously. 'He used to jump out at people all the time, and now they keep him locked up all day and only let him out at night.' OH pointed to a padlocked inspection hatch.
Little bear nodded solemnly. 'Trolls are very naughty.' He said seriously.
Then OH knocked on the inspection hatch. Little bear visibly tensed, and then we had to hurry out of the underpass, in case the troll got out...
Most of the younger kids in our street believe that there is a dragon living under our steps now, and now little bear is convinced that a troll is haunting an underpass a few yards from his uncle's house. It's a wonder we don't have nightmares every night.
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You ought to tell Little Bear that you can ward off a troll using broccoli, as trolls are scared of vegetables, especially green ones.
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