Things from Other Worlds by Anne E. Johnson

Author:Anne E. Johnson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: stories for kids, children's stories, aliens, fantasy, science fiction, trolls, spaceships
Publisher: Anne E. Johnson
Published: 2015-10-08T00:00:00+00:00

TROLLS AND ALIENS

When they heard the crash, all eighty-one miniature green-toed trolls in Blossom Grove crawled out of their hovels to see what the matter was.

“Was it an earthquake?” asked Mayor Broo.

“My store is still standing.” Reeb, the shopkeeper, sounded relieved. “So, it probably wasn’t an earthquake.”

“We must investigate,” insisted Deng, the village planner.

“I’ll go first,” said Reeb, sprinting into the woods. She was braver than everyone else.

Ligg was just a kid troll, a miniature miniature, you might say. His toes were still a pale green. Nobody paid any attention when he said, “What’s that thing over there?” Leaving his mom’s side, he went to have a peek at the shiny object over by the woods.

It looked like a huge, upside-down bowl, half the size of the village square. Ligg heard a low humming sound pulsing on and off. Then a line of yellow light shone on his shirt and disappeared. Ligg ran back to the crowd as fast as his green feet could take him.

“Mom! Dad! Mayor!” he shouted, panting. “Reeb went the wrong way. The thing crashed behind the barber shop.”

“Follow me,” said Mayor Broo. The group waddled behind her on their pudgy legs. “Somebody go get Reeb. We’ll need her courage.”

The silver bowl was so big that all the trolls in the village standing side by side didn’t reach around it.

Deng said, “Come and look at this.” Ligg was swept along as trolls upon trolls trampled the grasses and baby toadstools to get near enough to see. Deng pointed to a deep crevice in the silver siding. “I think it opens.”

Pushing her way to the front of the crowd, Reeb poked her fingers into the crevice. “Let’s find out what’s inside.”

“No!” the trolls cried. “Mayor Broo, stop her! She’ll get us all killed.”

Ligg tugged on his dad’s arm.

“What is it, sport?”

“If we don’t open it, we’ll never know what’s inside.”

Reeb must have heard Ligg. As if she’d thought of it herself, she announced, “If we don’t open it, we’ll never know what’s inside.”

“She’s right,” said Deng. “We must face the situation.”

“Very well,” agreed Mayor Broo.

“Maybe it’s something exciting,” Ligg whispered to his dad. “We sure could use some excitement around here.”

“How shall we open this?” Mayor Broo asked.

The suggestions started to fly.

“Pry it open with sticks.”

“Set a fire under it and melt it open.”

“Hook a rope to the crack in the door and every troll can pull.”

Ligg knew that none of these ideas would work. Wriggling out through the crowd, he walked around to the side of the bowl where he’d been standing earlier.

There it was again! The line of yellow light shone along Ligg’s nightshirt. This time, Ligg spoke to the curving silver wall as politely as he knew how. “Please, would you open the door? We sure would like to meet you.” He forced his face to smile although he was afraid.

At first nothing happened. Then someone said, “Holy smokes, it’s opening!”

“How did you do that, Reeb?” the mayor asked.

Ligg smiled for real now, knowing that he, not Reeb, had made the door open.

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