The tale had been told since I was a child.  If you follow the path though it my be hard, at the end you will find the trouble eater.  The trouble eater has a fierce expression, a bulbous nose, green whiskers, and hidden all seeing eyes.  It has a cavernous mouth to eat all troubles.  Only the most faithful to the arduous walk arrive at it’s doorstep.

I walked the path for many merciless years.

I stayed faithful and brave.

I found the trouble eater.

I laid down my troubles and found peace.

I became the trouble eater.

This is written in response to the photo prompt provided by Sue Vincent at:

https://scvincent.files.wordpress.com/2016/08/writephoto.jpg?w=288&h=210