The boy, the troll and the chalk

Everybody knew that a big fierce troll lived in the cave. ‘Leave me alone!’ it yelled. So everybody did. Only one child cannot turn their back on the troll at the edge of the playground. One day, he takes his chalks up to the mouth of the cave. He draws a flower with every petal coloured in but one, and leaves the chalk behind. The next day, the flower has been completed. Day-by-day, the boy and the troll finish each other’s drawings, until they each draw a portrait, showing a boy holding hands with a fierce, scary troll. ‘But you’re not a troll’, says the boy. ‘You’re a boy – just like me’.