“Are you sure he’s going to come this way?” I asked my best friend.
“Absolutely, I have it right from the horse’s mouth,” came the reply.
I shifted slightly within the narrow confines of the space under the stone, and said, “OK, so we wait.”
My friend said apprehensively, “Is this really the only way? Can’t we talk to him or something?”
“No,” I replied grimly, “this is our land, and we will not allow him and his ilk to despoil it anymore.”
“But….he’s so much bigger than us,”
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