This was the best day of the goblin’s life. It was living in luxury it did not expect to have in this life ever since he was adopted by the giant, and was even offered the most delicious of morsels and pieces of its leftover meals – So much that the tiny goblin was no longer a tiny goblin – but today was the best day of the little goblin’s life for sure.

Nothing can top this wonderful day.

“There we go,” Nana – for that was her name after she repeated it enough times for it – placed the large, roasted bird on the table. It was a beautiful golden brown, smelling of herbs and delicious char. It could not resist licking its lips and trying to get to the bird.

“No,” Nana wagged a finger at him, “bad Snarl, bad!”

Snarl, that was the name chosen for it by the giant. It did not mind, for it had no name before. Goblins only named their most powerful and most courageous members, and it was small and cowardly. Snarl tilted its head, pretending not to understand that it was because it wanted to eat the bird.

What if it was the meat of Silent Death? It would be a sweet, and delicious, revenge.

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“Bad Snarl,” she poked his face with the finger, and Snarl hissed. “This food is not for you.”

Snarl’s ears went up in alarm. Food that wasn’t for itself? This was clearly a misunderstanding, the giant wouldn’t possibly have said words that meant that.

“I’ll bring you some of the leftovers when I return,” Nana said, as she placed the different foods into boxes then placed them one above the other. “I’ll give you some milk for-”

The goblin jumped. MILK! The giant kept talking while grabbing a large glass bottle of the white ambrosia. A bowl was placed in front of it, and the liquid was poured into it. Snarl could only see white.

“Wait until I’m done pouring- no stop- you little menace,” she grumbled and took away the rest of the bottle. “I will not pour milk in front of you ever again, you splattered it all over me.”

Snarl raised its head, licking the droplets of liquid that were sliding on his face and watched the wrinkled giant wipe her clothes. The woman carried the boxes before looking at Snarl again. “Don’t. Break. Anything.” Nana left and closed the door.

Snarl’s eyes widened in terror. That food wasn’t for it!?

She expected it to survive on just milk? No cookies? No porridge? No cake? No sweet honey baked bagels? No roasted Silent Death?

Snarl shrieked in horror, then felt a bit thirsty so it went back to drinking the MILK.