And No it isn't the Troll Bridge.
And There isn't a troll. I mean He's not a troll, except when he farts.
Which, I'm not sure if he does, because we have yet to hear him fart.
He must be a private farter.
My Giants cousin Derek is the Bridge we cross under everyday and night.
Derek Bridges.
He lives in our loft.
We have to cross under him every morning and night.
He doesn't ask for a toll.
Even if he did, we would gladly pay.
We are happy that he's here.
