THE HORRIBLE GOBLIN AND THE NICE COW.
A story with some pictures.
There was once a goblin. He had a green face with bloodshot eyes and didn't smile a lot. Also, the daft hat that he insisted on wearing had a little brass bell on the end of it. That bit isn't relative to the story, but I just wanted to point out some of the detail in my artwork. There were two reasons for him not smiling; one was that he could never get served in pubs (he didn't have any ID) and the other was the fact that he had to live in a field. Now, living in a field is bad enough but he had to share the field with a big herd of cows. The cows were always nice and this always pissed him off. What was he going to do?
