Secret Friend
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“Grammy, who lives in that little house?” Greyson crouched before the tiny door.
“No one, darling. Some nice person made it from a tree stump for park visitors to enjoy.”
Greyson started to turn away, then giggled, as a tiny elf peeked out, raising a finger to his lips.
With thanks to Laura Gannon for another wonderful picture prompt. I actually have stood in front of this teensy house with my grandson, where we held a very similar discussion. I don’t know whether or not he met an elf.
I knew it! I knew an elf found the home and moved it. He must have been thrilled when he happened upon it. My granddaughter, when she was Greyson's age, was quite convinced of his presence and I cannot pass it by without remembering that wonderful conversation. Thank you for another lovely story ❤
Awesome :-)