It was a game they had played for years. Everyday, always after school, there was a basket of candy set out on the front porch of the big house at the end of the cul-de-sac. All the children in the neighborhood knew the unwritten rules of this particular game.
They would leave their backpacks on the sidewalk and creep up the lawn. After the last child had gotten a handful of candy and the basket was empty, the door would fly open and the children would scatter, shrieking and giggling as the giant that lived there stomped onto his front porch, roaring for the kids to get off of his lawn.
He was known as Mr. Thorsten to the kids and Tuff b