So I managed to write this at home on Thursday night, meaning to have the picture for once, but I can’t make it look good, so I quit. Head over to Madison Woods to see it and read a whole lot of great stories.
“You shouldn’t do that,” Owl said.
Raccoon drew his leg back and punted a mushroom. The cap snapped off the stem, flew straight into the nearest pine tree and exploded.
“Are you kidding?” he said, scratching the sap with his fingernail. “Goblins don’t exist.”
“My uncle saw one,” Owl said. “Said the goblin cursed him for picking mushrooms. They live in them, you know.”
Raccoon wound up and kicked another one. “I’m out of here.”
Owl took a few quick steps to catch up. Neither noticed the creature cloaked in mud, moss and leaves shadowing them as they walked home.