Trolls

My brother, Tommy, sent this to me yesterday and I couldn't help but publish it. He has the happy talent of telling imaginative stories. I did a slight edit on one or two incorrectly spelled words but the rest is all him.

Enjoy!

MY MIND WANDERS...by Tommy A. Harris

    "You see those trees moving over there boy?"

    "Yeah!" he states slightly.

    "You know what it is? It's an army of trolls rolling through. They're marching following the storm..."

The view spread in front of us was that of an encroaching thunderstorm. To the west the light was punching through but quickly edging it out to the north was the dark rolling clouds that spat lightening every forty or fifty seconds...

    "Those are trolls moving the trees over there?! What are they doing that for?" he asked more interested.

    "Well, trolls are large and angry and clumsy with reeeaaally bad tempers and fat hungry stomachs. Seeing as they are following a storm, with all that rain the ground gets pretty slippery and the trolls crash into the tree, sometimes even breaking its limbs off or splitting it in two. I've heard of trolls getting so angry they pull trees up and throw them into the storms..."

The trees from the balcony were swaying back and forth at a good pace. I thought for a second I could see the trolls passing! It made me smile so I let out a quick gasp. The storm was making some noise, I think the wind was letting out a ghoulish sound with loud knockings and heavy thuds from the forest getting rattled.

    "Did you SEE That!!!" I yelped. "I swear I saw one!"

    "Where is it? Can I get up in my chair? I can't see them too good!"

    "You better! Climb up here." I quickly assured him. "You don't always get the chance to see a troll. The higher the better!

    "What are they doing?"

With a second chance to elaborate on the habits of trolls, I dove all in!

    "Trolls can only move during storms. Did you know that? They hide from the sun. A troll has really thick and rough skin but it hurts when they get in the sun. It's like the troll gets a bad sunburn right away. That's why they live under bridges, to hide from the sun. Another reason they stumble behind the storm is the rain keeps them all slippery and it's nearly impossible to cut their skin on branches or sharp stones or even swords..."

At this point I can see him to my side looking down the bay towards the bridge that crosses the laguna to the island which just happens to be blocking our view of the ocean. I just wait for his next question chuckling inside.

    "There aren't any trolls under our bridge!" he almost asks me.

    "Well there might be now. They move during the storms to stay out of the sun but if the sun comes out right now, I bet they all scatter into the trees on the river or under the docks and probably under that bridge... It will be a real pain to get rid of them then!"

    "Why can't we get rid them? Can't you just make 'em leave?"

    "I don't speak troll. And I'm not fighting something that will pull up a tree just to lay in some mud! You just have to stay away from the bridge and wait for the next storm so they can leave. I don't think we'll get any trolls this storm though, they seem to be moving that way.

I point away towards the riverside woods. He asks a couple of questions that I don't answer and says hes going to tell his mom he saw trolls. Lightening strikes behind the clouds...

    "Did you just SEE that pheonix?! I say as a new smile grows across my face...