Now when I was younger, a whole lot younger, my brother and I used to walk a quarter of a mile out our winding driveway to where the school bus would pick us up and deliver us to where we could be civilized. About halfway down the driveway was a winding stone bridge, built by giants with boulders, so my brother said, and underneath was where the trolls lived and lurked. Well, I never saw a sign of the trolls but I now have a very clear image of what a troll bridge looks like.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble