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The Naughty Weather Goblin
By
Emma
There was once a little
cottage in the countryside, overlooking the sea. There was a light breeze blowing that day the poppies were
swaying there little red heads in the old mans garden and there was a young
couple walking along the path behind his cottage.
This all changed however when
the weather goblin came across the little cottage and thought, “that would be
a nice place to stay,” so he went up the path and rang the doorbell “have
you got a spare room that a little goblin like me could stay in?” he asked the
old man.
“Certainly not I would never get any privacy and there would
be too much noise,” the old man said abruptly
“I would never be any
trouble,” the weather goblin replied reasonably.”
“Even so you cannot stay
here; I haven’t got a room anyway.”
“You are lying, I can
tell, and that makes me mad.”
“Go away you are not
welcome here,”
“Fine but you haven’t
heard the last of me.” The goblin said and walked off.
Since then however the little
cottage on top of the hill has not been a sunny breezy lovely place to go there
was always a strong wind, rain and often thunderstorms, and there was a person
or something haunting his house.
“This has to stop he said
to himself I bet it is that naughty goblin that came to ask me for a room I will
have to ring up my friend Wizard he will be able to do something.”
Hello Wizard I was just
wondering if you could do me a favour I have this naughty goblin that is making
the weather around my area very bad,”
“Hmm and I guess you want
me to come and get rid of it for you, Ok I will be round as soon as I can,
bye,” the wizard said bluntly and cut off
“Oh bye then,”
The Wizard came the next day
“oh hello,” said the wizard cheerfully “looks like you got out of bed the
wrong side this morning,” said the wizard
“I have had the most awful
night,” said the old man, yawning,
“Oh dear, where is it
then?”
“It normally comes about
eleven,”
“It is ten thirty now so
let’s wait for half an hour and see if it comes.”
Half an hour later
There was a rumbling sound
and the wizard jumped out of his chair “goodness me what on earth was that?”
“The weather goblin, you
can go out and get rid of it now can’t you?”
“Ok.” He went outside,
there was a lot of noise, and then a splash the old man went outdoors “what
was that?” he said to himself
“That was the wizard
falling into the sea!” the goblin laughed “nobody can kill me, nobody,
ha-ha.”
The old man went inside
“now what am I going to do now?” he said,
There was a ring at the
doorbell “now he is even coming to ask me again you can not have a room go
away!”
“Fine then I will go,”
said his rather surprised Nephew
“Oh no I didn’t mean
you; it is so nice to see you again.”
“Who did you mean then?”
said his Nephew
“The weather goblin,”
“Oh are you having
problems with him,”
“Yes and I don’t know
what to do, could you help?”
“I know the pixie council
could help they deal with naughty goblins of all kinds, they would help I am
sure.”
“Oh thank you I will ring
them right away you are a hero,”
The pixie council came
around straight away and turned him into a three hundred year old goblin but
goblins are only allowed to live until they are two hundred and ninety-nine, so
he died. The Wizard however
disappeared, everybody thought he was sent to timbukthree but nobody really
knows and everyone lived happily ever after.
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