23 May 2012
Rumplestiltskin was a goblin, who lived underneath an oak. A sickly grey looking fellow, who very rarely spoke.
He would not be seen for days and days, an no one knew his name, and he lived beneath the oak roots, and collected pixie brains.
It was for him obsession, (he was once obsessed with gold, but that's another fairytale, a tale already told.).
Some of them where pickled, some of them in brine. Some he squished into a pulp and fermented pixie brain wine.
He was a horrid little fellow, and when war had come about, he just got pissed on pixie brain wine, and heroically chickened out.
His teeth where brown, and his breath proper smelly. (A side effect from Pixie brain jelly). His skin was a blue-green-yellow, as where his underpants, and for some unknown reason, he had large breast implants.
The reason, largely still unknown, but some, perhaps, can see, that deep beneath the roots at night, he longed for company.
Rumplestiltskin sometimes smeared himself, in pixie brain juice jam. He was happy in his solitude, half woman and half man.
And there he stayed, and often played, pretty fingernails on one hand. A tiny goblin gimp suit, peanut shell and rubber band.
Rumplestiltskin • Opuss № I