Submitted by Julie on Tue, 2011-09-06 21:33
A very damp, very muddy goblin crept along the forest undergrowth toward the farm, moving quietly from tree to tree and clutching a dagger in her right hand. Every few moments she paused, her oversized ears listening for sounds, small eyes squinting toward the open field ahead.
Rivka paused again at the edge of the treeline. Not noticing anyone around, she hurried toward the barn. A rat picked that unfortunate moment to scramble out of the building. The goblin pounced, thrusting her dagger and skewering the rat in the haunches. It squeaked, squirming desperatly on the blade as Rivka picked it up, grinning triumphantly at her prize.