Did owls eat goblins? Mallie-Ann wasn't sure but
she thought perhaps they might.
She pulled the blanket back up over her head.
Pollie, Mollie and Edward snuggled up to her chest
and eventually Gollie slipped from under the pillow
and nestled comfortably under her arm. Downstairs
she heard the old grandfather clock chiming midnight.
Outside in the garden, there was quite
a ruckus going. Old Gobby Goblin had, had his P.L's
stolen Old Gobby Goblin had just discovered that
one of his most prized possessions; a yet unopened
box of peppermint larks had been stolen from his
hideaway by two mischievous brownies. He was
furious, more so because he knew that they had
access to any amount of the delicious candy as they
lived in the basement of the house, just below the
kitchen area, whilst he had had to risk life and
limb to get past the vicious house pets to get his
To add insult to injury, he had been keeping it for
The other Brownie thief, he,
he, he. occasion, his birthday no less, so that he
could eat his belly full of them, and now here were
these two rascals with a trail of opened wrappers
strewn around the place, laughing at him.
He was furious.
He banged his fists against the branch of an old
tree, causing a cascade of leaves and small berries
and his howls of rage could be heard for miles around.
The two brownies were laughing uncontrollably,
high-pitched sounds shattering the night air.
In her bed Mallie-Ann snuggled even
closer to her dolls. Osito. Mallie-Ann's huge teddy
She even thought that she should go and bring the
huge stuffed bear Osito and her spotted dog Dalmy
that were in a corner of her room, but reluctant to
leave the safety of her bed, she convinced herself
that they would be more useful there, guarding her
room from any intruders.
When she felt Gollieís shivering, she squeezed his
paw and whispered, ďItís okay Gollie, itís just the
night animals howling, and the wind rustling
through the trees.Ē
The little brownies were cheerful flat-faced hairy
little creatures, very attached to the family in
whose house they lived. They had become
Mallie-Ann's loyal Dalmation Dog quite indignant
when they saw Gobby steal into the house one night,
sprinkling some sort of magical dust over the
sleeping dog and cat, head straight for the
cupboards where the different candies were stashed,
and make off with the new fairly large box of
peppermint larks Ö Mallie-Annís favourites.
It would be too much for them to retrieve the box,
and bring it back to the house undetected, but they
were determined that he would not enjoy them
either, and so they planned how they could get into
his hideaway and eat as many of the candies as they
possibly could, leaving the wrappers so that he
would know that he had been robbed.
The owl hooted again. Really he did not understand
this fascination with peppermint larks and
chocolate - he had tried the latter once and found
it a sticky and distasteful substance that clung to
his beak and made him feel quite thirsty. As for
larks - he preferred the flesh and blood variety!
Still, it was amusing to watch the antics of the
mischievous brownies and the consternation of old
Gobby Goblin - what a frightful face the fellow
pulled! But what on earth was he up to now - no
good by the looks of it... a trapdoor had opened in
the earth next to the old tree and out of it
climbed not one, not two, not three, but FOUR more
grumpy looking goblins, not any old goblins mind
but village elders decorated with fish-heads and
old chicken bones. Pooh - what a stink!
They did not seem at all pleased at being roused by
Gobby from their slumber (highly placed goblins
such as these liked to have at least 16 hours of
sleep per day) but once they grasped the situation
they barked indignantly and took to stamping their
feet on the ground, muttering nasty goblin curses
and shaking their fists. There's nothing goblins
dislike worse than being cheated of their purloined
comestibles by house brownies - such cheerful and
polite creatures... and to think that some
authorities even claimed that they and goblins came
from the same stock! An honest goblin would never
consent to live inside a house full of humans and
even do household chores for them such as clearing
House Brownie away cobwebs at night and keeping
evil dreams at bay. Why, it was positively sickening.