One day a troll arrived in my home. I wasn’t very happy and my Mum was really cross.
“What are you doing here?” I said. “I, I, I just wanted to come and play,” the troll said sadly.
My Mum felt sorry for the troll, so she said kindly: “Well go upstairs and play with my daughter.” I wasn’t very impressed with Mum saying that because she knew that I didn’t like trolls very much and he wouldn’t even know what toys are.
We went upstairs and played with my favourite toy monkey. I also taught him how to play Charades. The troll made me a nice card and it made my heart feel funny.
When my Mum said that it was time for him to go, he wouldn’t leave. I realised I didn’t want him to leave either.
“I don’t have a home. Can I live here?” said the troll.
“Let me have some time to think about it,” said my Mum.
So, we went back upstairs and carried on playing. When my Mum called us we cuddled each other nervously. Mum came upstairs and she said: “Yes!” The troll was filled with joy. He suddenly felt a welcome in his heart. A happy welcome. I felt so pleased and excited about telling my friends at school.