you never know. nothing is guaranteed. he may get cleaned up too. 
that's the beauty of it too.-(r.)
this morning as copp munched his green half apple and i did park pushups i thought of the seven brief lessons in physics book wondering where it had got too and i said we will find something else intriguing mister, and then we found our troll. i was reminded of our troll when i saw his surf shorts by the model yacht pond and felt a fain pang, that i had left him naked by a hole under spider bridge, and each time i looked at the hole i thought of him, and then he reappeared and it was as it was intended, as i had regretted and wished last time, that he would be the spirit of the baby swamp, the swamp baby of of the swamp, our lost troll found in the baby swamp of our hearts.