*I took a sip of coffee.*
What is the
problem?
The elf left a sack on my desk.
The sack moved.
Then a hand
came out.
A goblin.
A
small
green
hand.
We found him
burying
spoons.
And?
They are
not his
spoons.
*I looked at the goblin*
Did you steal spoons?
No.
Then why
were you
burying
them?
Because they were growing.
I remained silent.
The elf
remained silent.
The goblin
seemed offended.
The goat
remained silent.