Goblins

A goblin woke me up this morning by making tea at my bedside and when I told him that was out of character he replied, "marrghghagrle" because he had a rare form of bird flu that my body was unable to fight against. As I neared the bitter bird flu end I had a choice, to join the goblin and live on and spread avian decimation or to go on to some great unknown. Then I really woke up from that dream and killed seven mice with a laser beam fashioned in my miracle of an eyeball. Then I woke up in the monstro, the power was out and then back on, the phone was doing its usual ringing at 8:00am, sewage piles of junk surrounded me, an empty fish bowl lay on my desk and I contemplated all the chances I had to make friends with goblins but decided not to because of social stigma surrounding non-human entities (discounting dogs and cats) that we consider friends. A lot of people might not understand my friendship with goblins, or might not understand what a goblin even is, as opposed to say an elf, a troll, a demon, or Bill Nye the Science Guy. However if you only look at that site, it explains everything, including the key passage stating, "Often portrayed as the vilains and troublemakers of faerie, Goblins are not truly completely evil. Though they seem to have no moral code of their own, they are happy to enforce the one of their human hosts. The miserly and lazy are apt to feel their pinch or find their rooms and possessions in disarray. Goblins are pranksters, and are known for rearranging items in the house, tangling horses, banging pots and pans, removing the clothes from sleeping humans, knocking on doors and walls and even digging up the graves to scatter the bones around." And there you have it.