Goblin
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Grobble was too uncomfortable to sleep, but a wide smile stretched across his face. His large, round shield was on top of him, serving as a cumbersome and ineffective blanket. He resorted to singing himself to sleep.
"Oh sheeeeeeeeeeld…..
I likes to feeeeeeeeeeled....
I always wieeeeeeeeeeeld...
Makes hin and monster yieeeeeeeeeeld...
I won't get ... peeeeeeeeeeeled....
Or ever be keeeeeeeeeeeeeled .....
In the fieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeld of battle ...
Like tha farmer's cattle.
It's nice doesn't rattle....."He stood up, his singing increasing in volume.
"SHEEEEEEEEELD!
Oh yees I have a SHEEEEEELD!
Fee males wish to do BREEEEEEEEEEED with the Grobble!
Holds the hands with the Grobble!
Be the shee slaaaves to the GROBBLE!
'Cause he has the SHEEEEEEEED!"Standing on the bench, Grobble held shield toward the ceiling, now singing at the top of his voice.
"OH YESSS SHEEEEEEEELD!
Ghost lady gived tha SHEEEEEEEELD!
Shield sheeld SHEELD SHEEEEEEEELD!
The scheeching sound of metal on metal echoed through the Legion prison as gaoler opened outer door to the cell area*
Shield wield field SHEEEEEEEEELD!
Shield sheeld sheeld SHEE-"Grobble's song was brought to an abrupt and merciful end as the Legion private on duty brought his warhammer crashing down on the door of Grobble's cell.
CLANG!
"Shut tha FARK UP!"
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using crayons and paper provided by Val
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((I wish we had a "Like" button for some posts! This was a funny way to start the morning…though the phrase "bursting boils" made me wretch a wee bit.))
