by Joanne Vruno
As we watched the crowds go by, Emily suddenly announced in an angry voice, “I cannot believe that girl! She just stole some cookies from those people at that table! How rude can one person be! That was just so, wrong!”
Grandma and I turned to look in the direction Emily was pointing. To our shock, there stood a troll. Grandma’s eyes met mine, and we both thought the same thing: could Emily have seen that troll take cookies? Or was she implying it was someone else?
“Emily, who are you talking about?” I asked.
“That funny-looking girl with the blue hat. She just walked up to that table and grabbed a handful of cookies out of those people’s bucket. Look, there she goes to another table. Hey, watch it! She is stealing your cookies!” yelled Emily.
Panic hit both Grandma and me at the same time. Emily had noticed a troll!
About the Author
Joanne Vruno grew up in Maplewood, Minnesota, just houses away from Battle Creek Regional Park, where she spent most of her childhood days hiking, and exploring. Her love for nature and the wooded parkland bordering Battle Creek created the magic of Summer of Elves, just as her love for the lakes created her first novel, Loon Child.