A boy of roughly nine entered the shop by himself and wandered aimlessly until a jar of pennies caught his eye.
“You’ve got a lot of coins,” the boy said.
“Indeed, I do,” the man behind the counter replied.
“How’d you get so many?” the boy asked.
“Well, you see,” said the man, “every time a kid asks about ‘em, I take him out back into the woods and sell him to the trolls for a penny. Then I come back here and toss it in the jar.”
The boy ran out the door and the man added another penny.
Nothing scary here, unless you count the made up trolls. Just a guy having some fun at the expense of a gullible child, who won’t be the last.
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