A few days later Jennifer Jane took her Dad's drawing and went through the Witches' Home to the George and Dragons. "I don't think much of your new troll," she said to the landlord.
"Well blow me down," said Jennifer Jane's Dad, looking out of the kitchen window where he was washing up the breakfast dishes. Riding along the back garden towards the house was a man on horseback.
Jennifer Jane crossed over while the owner of the voice was still speaking and had a quick peep under the arch. A troll was there all right, reading aloud from a printed sheet of paper.