The morning dew glistened and sparkled with the myriad colors of the rainbow, even this late into the cool, crisp morning of the late Fallautumntime. Birbs were warbling, frorgs were croaking, and the burgs were... well, burging about, much as burgs do.

And Rocko McGoblino found himself sitting on a very nice floral stool, in a very nice floral parlor, at a very solid oaken table, and across from a very elderly woman. Her wrinkles caressed her bulging muscles, and a soft grey afro concealed the bulging veins snaking their way across her forehead. Her smile spoke of calmness, her eyes... not so much.

Grandma Smotrich sipped a glorious sip of warm lavender tea from a white ceramic cup, with elegant floral patterns sealed beneath its shiny floral glaze, before setting it back down onto a small, white, floral saucer.

Rocko glanced around the impenetrable fortress of the parlor, desperately looking for a way out, and yet lines of concern crossed his naive young goblin face. His long goblin nose scrunched downward, like a hook, much as goblin noses do when thinking intensely. It was rumored that elderly goblin noses could even reach their famed pot-bellies, but Rocko McGoblino clearly had a long way still to go, as his nose still hovered just above his upper lip.

The real question he had was yet to be answered, as one moment he had slipped into the village and had spied the most delectable rhubarb and thistle pie left utterly unattended at a large table. Everyone was gathered in the village center, cheering and shouting over something or other, so nobody should have seen him. He was just about to grab the pie and be on his way, before a great force whooshed over him, much as great forces are wont to do, and now he was here.

And, before he could muster up the courage to ask, that sweet smile opened up into the sweetest, most grandmotherly voice.

"Oh, that damnable Barbra! She must have rigged the poisoned mushroom eating contest for her sniveling little grandson to win it! My boy, oh my boy Jonathan, he had been eating poison mushrooms since the day he was born! And now she stole him from me, isn't that terrible, little Rocko?"

Rocko's face dropped in shock, his goblin chin practically bouncing off the floor much as rocks don't. His perfect goblin teeth, in their intermittent colors of white and brown and black and... oh, that one is missing... ahem, yes, his perfect goblin teeth were arrayed for all to see.

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"How you know name?!" Rocko croaked with all the croaking strength a goblin could muster. It was honestly surprisingly croakey, much as goblins are not frorgs, or even slightly related to frorgs.

"Why, my dear, its because your my new dearest Grandson! All the other grandsons in the village are taken, and oh, I couldn't bear not being a grandma anymore because of that stinky old rat Barbra. Come now Rocko, why don't you have some of the tea I laid out for you? Oh my, and I forgot the milk and cookies! How silly of me!" Grandma smiled with her vivacious grandma smile, as she clapped her hands twice and an unfathomable magic force roiled from her wrinkled, muscled and hairy palms.

Then suddenly, another small floral plate adorned with the most delectable pair of chocolate chip cookies materialized in front of Rocko, along with a cold glass of milk, the droplets of condensate on the glass dripped as if it had been there this whole time.

Almost as if following an irresistible force, Rocko reached forth and grabbed a cookie, dipped it in milk, and chomped it straight into his little goblin mouth.

Ding!

A new message popped up in a small blue box in front of his face.

You have one new message!

The message read.

Rocko clicked on the message with his goblin finger, much as goblin's are wont to do when small blue boxes appear in front of their gobliny little faces.

Congratulations!

You have been adopted into the grandson system!

Good luck!

Name: Rocko McGoblino Smotritch Class: Grandson Stats: Statistical Spells: Coming Soon Level: 1 Enemies: Grandma Barbra Winkleheimer and her army of Grandsons

Oh no...

Rocko thought with his little goblin brain.

I eat berries with Stoneo on Tuesdayweekday. Guess need cancel?