Glob floated like a piece of wood on top of the water, even while panicking. The glorious blubber took the task of floating in water for it, and it made Snarl jealous. Snarl held onto the fat goblin after it stopped panicking and started pushing both of them into the shore.
A real forest goblin knew how to swim, unlike a fake, fat one!
‘It’s drowning,’ Glob said with disbelief, hearing the struggling flaps of Silent Death’s wings. ‘It is actually drowning.’
Snarl grunted, busy with trying to save them from drowning rather than join the demon in a watery grave. It took considerable effort, even with the floating goblin helping, but they eventually reached the shore and left the freezing waters.
Silent Death glared at them from the center of the lake. A single wing hitting the surface of water as the other was entangled earlier.
“You crazy creature!” Nana arrived after a moment, their goblin group followed. Even Oracle was there. “No more leaving the house, I’m too old and tired to chase you and that darned bird-”
Nana went quiet as they all watched as the bird lost the strength to struggle against the water, and went beneath the surface, its eyes still glaring promised death at them.
‘Is it gone?’ Glob let out a held breath. ‘Is it actually dead?’
Snarl watched as the last of the last of the mighty predator’s feathers went out of sight before it approached the water again. It was going to shake from the cold, but it had to pay respects to a worthy opponent. Snarl stood straight, belly out. Glob joined him, and the rest of the goblins followed after hesitating.
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‘Now what?’ Stick asked, looking at Snarl. ‘What are we going to do?’
‘Before we party, it is only proper that we help.’ Snarl grinned.
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‘Why are we doing this?’ Glob complained as he carried a handful of snow. The entire goblin tribe was busy clearing the stone path, which Snarl could see right now.
‘For the ambrosia!’ Snarl said.
‘What is this ambrosia you speak of?’ Mud asked
‘It is the food of the gods, the thing that made me grow from a tiny squeaky goblin into Warren Lord.’ Murmurs spread through the goblins. ‘Now get back to work, we still need to clean inside the house before we get the delicious MILK.’
The goblins picked up the speed, and worked twice as hard.
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“What am I going to do with you?” Rose grumbled. “You brought your friends along, and now I have to feed all of you?”
Snarl beeped as she poured the milk into a large saucer for the goblins.
At least they helped with the house tasks, and she didn’t have to suffer back breaking labor daily.
She grabbed a warm cup of chamomile tea and sat on her comfortable seat, watching the goblins feasting on the milk with enthusiasm. If they were half as handful as Snarl was, she would be in for some troubling time.
At least she wouldn’t feel alone anymore.