There’s a troll under the stairs
I know, I’ve heard him there
His breath is hot
And stinks a lot
It smells like must and mould
This troll, I think, must like the dark
At night he makes my little dog bark
As he creeps all through the house
He’s just as quiet as a mouse
But I can hear him just the same |
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My dad says there’s nothing there
And he takes me down the stair
I close my eyes
And then. . . Surprise!
Guess what?
I see there’s really no troll at all
No monster hiding near the wall
Just a furnace blowing air
Beneath the steps, right there
And it makes me very glad
I’m so happy there’s no troll
Now I’m really on a roll
I heard my dog bark last night
Something else gave her a fright
I guess it’s just my mom |
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Kellee Kranendonk lives in the Canadian Maritimes with her husband, two children, a dog and a cockatiel. She is the moderator of an online writers' critique group called The Writing Pen. She's had children's stories in such magazines as Wee Ones, Dragonfly Spirit, Bread For God's Children, Fandangle Magazine and Skipping Stones. She's also a graduate of the Institute of Children's Literature.