"Can we look at the house first, Baartock?" asked Mr. Fennis.
"Home over there!" said Baartock again, still pointing toward the woods, but he sat quietly as they drove up to the house. There was a smaller sign on the porch by the front door, 'House & Farm For Sale - Crow Real Estate' with a phone number to call.
"It certainly doesn't look like anyone lives here," said Mr. Fennis, as he turned the car around in the driveway. "All right, Baartock. Which way is your home?"
"Home that way," said Baartock, still pointing into the woods.
"Mr. Fennis, do you think he's lost?" asked Mrs. Jackson quietly.
"Not lost. Never get lost. Home over there!" said Baartock firmly. Trolls can also hear very well.
Mr. Fennis drove the car back to where the driveway turned down hill and stopped it. "Baartock, just how far is your home?"
"Home over there. Not far. Easy walk," said Baartock. If these humans weren't with him, he could easily run home.
"Mrs. Jackson, if we are going to meet Baartock's parents, I guess we have to walk through the woods. Baartock, will your mother or father be home now?" asked Mr. Fennis.
"Mother home now," answered Baartock. He was suddenly hungry, thinking about the lizard and poison ivy dinner she said she would fix.