|photo by ana traina ~ 2013~|
we happened upon a watering wishing well.
It said it would grant us a single wish, if only we were to take a sip...
Feeling quite content, we politely declined its most generous offer.
The will-o-wisps were so very pleased, I guess, that they whispered a warning on the soft winter’s wind....”Beware of the terrible and woebegone trollie who lives under the Bigfootman’s bridge, his name is Bernie, short for Bernard!”
Normally, such a warning would have peaked our curiosity, however, on this particular day we thought it best to go the other way.