The Undertaker and I are not particularly fond of the excessively hot summer months. Still, we do try to make the attempt to venture outside during warm months as our physician insists upon it, and I suppose we must stay healthy, as there is always a new grave to dig and a new headstone to erect.

We ventured off the grounds to a state park. I admit, it was lovely hiking through the trees, which thankfully blocked out most of the sun’s harsh rays. I also greatly enjoyed spotting delicate spider webs wound between branches, and watching as hawks circled the skies looking for prey.

During our hike, we encountered very few people, which was quite right by me as I don’t fare well with chit chat with strangers. On our return, we took a new route, and as we approached a bridge over a small stream I spotted an elderly man on it. His back was to us. The small amount of hair that remained on his head was thin and gray. He wore a dark green shirt and pants. The man did not stir as we drew closer and I stopped and whispered to the Undertaker “Be courteous, because that is the Troll.” The Undertaker raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes at me, clearly finding my statement silly, but I didn’t care, because I was very well sure that the man was a troll who guarded the bridge. Continue reading “Billy Goat’s Gruff” »