BioMom and I have recently discovered this well known local hot-spot.
It is the home of one "Mr. Little Guy" a prolific "elf" who responds to notes left in its home, a conspicuously befloraled tree located on the south edge of our nearest little lake.
This guy either has a serious complex (I am currently in the middle of John Irving's new book Until I Find You, which makes nearly constant references to the main character's penis, called "Little Guy.") or just a lot of time on his hands.
At this visit, we found two zip-locked baggies of 2x3 inch cards with type-written, personalized notes to every Tommy, Dickie and Johnny who had apparently ever written.
The FYO wrote a lovely little questionnaire to who we thought was a troll. It went something like this (oh, and it included a depiction of said troll on the back):
Dear Mr. Troll.
What is your name? Are you going to kindergarten? I am. Do you have any pets? I have a new cat. Penelope.
As of a week after leaving the note we had not yet heard back.