Louisa L. Gregory

Seedless

I’ve had a difficult year. Some wicked wizard cast a spell on me and surrounded me with goblins. One of the goblins smells like motor oil, has thick curly hair, and is always trying to get me into his car. I used to fight him, kick him, I even bit him, but he called the police on me. The officer was no fool, he saw right through the goblin and got me out of there. He put me in the back seat of his car to protect me then closed the door, went up to the goblin, and told him off. It was great, the goblin looked so disappointed. What was he thinking trying to eat me?