Then, just as you almost find the courage to pull yourself up and go back in search for the box, you hear a voice. It isn't a human voice. Human voices are softer and quieter. It's definitely a troll voice, and that means it can only be the troll that you just had the scuttle with. You inwardly groan, but keep low the ground as you make your way down the staircase. You look back to see if anyone had opened the front door - they hadn't. Good. You didn't want Lucy to end up getting hurt. Or her mother, for that matter.

As you start inching along the dirt path, you see the troll sitting up against the wall of a nearby house. In his hands is the box. Just as you expected. He's going to take it and try to sell it or pawn or something. No way. You will not let that happen. That is Lucy's birthday present.

"Hey," you growl, approaching him. You gesture at the box in his hands, "That's mine."