It finally happened. We have eaten all the grass that grew around our home; it will return, but it may take a while, so my brothers and I have decided to see what lies across the river.

It is a fine spring day as we head out. We have never been to the other side before and are unsure of what awaits us.

We have reached the bridge, but it looks old, and I am not sure it will hold our weight. I put one foot on the bridge to test it. Suddenly a huge green figure jumps up from under the bridge. “What are you doing?”

Stories of trolls and what they do come flooding into my mind. I find my voice, “We are going across the river to find some sweet green grass to eat.”

“Oh, that’s ok then. You must be careful; the bridge is not sturdy, make sure to cross one at a time. I can show you where the sweetest grass grows,” the green troll’s voice boomed out.

We thank the troll and cross the bridge safely. With our new and unexpected friend in front, we follow along until we reach a meadow of rich green grass filled with colourful flowers.

The troll sweeps his hand toward the meadow, then turns and gives us a lopsided and wide grin. “There is lots of grass here; I hope you stay a while; it would be good to have some friends to talk to.”

My brothers and I munch happily on the grass and agree that this is the perfect place to call a second home.