There is a pipe...a drainpipe, by my mom and dad's house. It's down a hill and surrounded by rocks. The best way to get to it is to climb under the railing, walk down the hill that is covered with weeds and teeter over the rocks. To us, it's just a drainpipe. To Jonas, it's the home of The Old Green Troll. He doesn't dare venture down to the pipe alone. You see, The Old Green Troll eats little boy's toes. Although The Old Green Troll has never actually been seen, his shadow has. According to Jonas, if you get down close to the pipe and "hawer at The Old Green Twow"...he just might show himself.
I hope his vivid imagination never goes away.
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