Sarah watched the little man picking flowers out of her mothers garden. She knew she should stop him, but the last time she tried he almost bit her finger off. She kept a close eye on the porch door. When her mother found those flowers gone Sarah was going to get in alot of trouble. The last time her mother had promised if it ever happened again she would be shipped off to New York to stay with Uncle George and Aunt Shell. Uncle George was the director of a summer camp for troubled youth. Sarah had a hard time understanding how a few missing flowers made her a troubled youth. Especially since she didn't actually pick the flowers. When the little man had first started picking the flowers, Sarah had tried to explain what happened to her mother. She had been grounded for two weeks. One for picking the flowers and one for making up faerie stories. No one could say Sarah wasn't a quick learner, she never tried to tell her mom about the little man again. She did, however, try ways to get out of trouble. She tried reasoning with her mother. If she had picked the flowers where were they? Her mother didn't care where they were just that they were gone. It didn't matter what she did or what she said her mother never believed her. She tried spending days inside so that her mother couldn't blame her. Her mother, however, claimed she was being lazy and sent her outside anyway.
Today she had another plan. If her mother didn't want to believe her she would find proof her mother couldn't argue with. She waited patiently for him to finish picking flowers and start walking towards the backyard. She got up to quietly follow him. She didn't know how well this would work. He never seemed to notice she was there unless she physically touched him, but you never knew with little men. She kept following him, keeping well enough behind so he was less likely to notice her. It didn't seem to make a difference, the man was pretty much oblivious to any of his surroundings. He just plodded on towards where ever it was he was heading, and Sarah kept a steady pace behind him. They entered the woods behind her house. Sarah almost stopped at this point, remembering her mothers warnings about the things that were waiting for silly little girls in the woods, but this was too important. Sarah would rather be eaten alive by trolls than spend an entire summer with Uncle George and his troubled youth.
The little man stopped suddenly by a cave and went in. Sarah waited about a minute and entered the cave as well. It was just the right sized for her to crawl through. If it had been a bit smaller she wouldn't have been able to follow, a bit larger and she would have been a little more comfortable. Comfort was not the objective here though, catching the flower thief was. The small tunnel part of the cave abruptly ended in a large cavern. The little man was sitting at a stone table in the middle of the cavern. He smiled at Sarah like he had been expecting her. Sarah looked at the table and the plates and cups lying there and decided it was too much and turned to leave. She felt the slight breeze of someone moving. She watched a shadow on the wall loom up behind her. She felt a sharp pain as something heavy hit the back of her head and a feeling like falling through air. This is it she thought to herself. I will be eaten by trolls, but I won't have to spend the summer with Uncle George.
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