Tree Trolls

“The tree trolls are growing especially well this year,” mother told me as I packed my bag to fly to the mainland. If you don’t know, tree trolls are this native type of animal that grows on trees. They look like koalas but can talk. Yah, I know! crazy. My mom is the world’s best tree troll farmer. She would get fifty of them from a good season’s harvest. “Here, take this to the mainland,” she said while handing a baby tree troll to me. I stuffed her into my suitcase, keeping the zippers open a little bit so that the troll could breathe. I named her Joe. Joe was kinda loud during our trip. “Hey, be quiet,” I said, “we’re going through security.” “Okay,” Joe replied, quietly. The security agent brutally tore open my suitcase, exposing Joe to the public. “What is this?” “A tree troll.” “Cute, have a good day.” “Have a good day.” I smiled and walked away, holding Joe in my left hand, maneuvering the suitcase in my right. “Hey, I love you,” I whispered to Joe. “I love you too,” my baby whispered back.