There was a troll in the courtyard. The cat is two or three years old, lives on the second floor, walks on a glazed, but warm open balcony. Near the house grows a tree - the nearest branches are ten meters from the window. On the branches usually hang fur hats of various colors and sing cat serenades. Usually they are there only during the day - in the morning and evening they are driven away from there, and the cat remains alone on the balcony (and yes, I am aware of the irresponsible owners, but this is not my animal, and the owners on the balcony did not show up with me) and - an eagle. Moreover, I have such a pudding from the series "I lost, climbed on a tree, save-help!". The first time I heard it by the edge of my ear — from somewhere on the top of the tree — I naturally darted there in search of a loss and saw the lady on the balcony — with such a squid face that I could only laugh at myself. Today, the goat mocked another girl, who jumped around the tree at least five minutes before I arrived, in search of the sound source, until I pointed to that thin troll on the balcony. And only we laughed away, and in the zone of visibility of life appeared another goal - the bull began again. The girl, laughing, offered to put a mark on the tree about the troll from the second floor.