A Tale Of Three Goblins

Another tale of goblins, I think must now be told, this time of three goblins, one short, one tall, one old.

It's setting is a toadstool, a huge one underground, hidden in a hollow, beneath a mossy mound.

The hall inside the toadstool, was lit up by a bug. The short goblin looked at the tall goblin, who gave the old goblin a tug.

"Wake up you lazy old bugger!", the impatient tall goblin said. The short goblin then pointed out: "Oh no, I think he's dead!"

"No he's not he's sleeping, ya can't snore if yer dead!"
The short goblin replied to him: "Ya should've poked him instead!"

"Alright then I'll poke him, but what shall I poke him with?", said the tall one to the short one, whose reply was: "You're a div!".

"You use your bloody finger, or you use a pointy stick, here, try it with this pencil, I reckon that should do the trick!".

"I can't poke him with a pencil!", the tall goblin then said, and with a spark of goblin genius: "I'll use my spear instead!"

Then, before the short goblin, could start to disagree, the old goblin was skewered, just above the knee.

As you can imagine, he was not a happy chap, when he woke up in his toadstool with a spear straight through his lap.

"I think you're in trouble now!", the short goblin then said: "in fact I think it's worse than that....", the tall goblin had fled.

"Oy' is this your bloody spear, that's stuck here in me thigh?", the short goblin then gave a grin, and said: "It was not I."

The old goblin didn't believe him, co's he was the only one there. Goblins had no judicial system, simply what seemed fair was fair.

"Now you listen here sonny, when I gets this here spear free, I'll make ya wish ya where never born! Yeah, just you wait and see!"

The short goblin just stood there. He didn't know what to do. He should've been up in the garden, harvesting doggie pooh.

The old goblin was very cross, but he was also very frail. He tried and tried to move the spear, alas, to no avail.

Finally he just gave up, and said: "Just go away."
The short goblin just looked at him, bemused, and said: "Ok."

The old goblin just sat there, and slowly bled to death. No goblin was with him, when he took his final breath.

There is a moral to this tale, it should be plain to see, do not wake up old goblins, with a spear above the knee!