Alone, in a small greenhouse, lived a goblin. Not just an ordinary goblin, a ground-goblin. Do you wish for me to elaborate?

Ground-goblins are goblins who have origins in plant-life, originally being a small shrub themself. This particular ground-goblin decided to spend his life looking after the green that could one day become his brother.

Not just an ordinary greenhouse, either.

The walls were gently strummed with rich foliage, whittling down to the ground, where plenty of vegetation glittered the floor. Flora blocked the entry and exit- so most of the time, this goblin had to crawl out of the window to get out. The windows were bulging with the sun, and rays of light snuck through to help the plants grow.

This goblin was called Pax. This is where our story starts.

One day, after watering his plants, Pax decided to go for a walk. So he snuck out the window and landed with a bang on the shrubs. Now, goblins don't speak English like you and me, so I will have to transalate it. "Sorry, plant dudes," he whispered.

On his walk, he found a lone cactus sitting atop a mount. "Lonely little fella," Pax sighed, and then decided to take the cactus back home. "OUCH!" he yelled out, whilst he was trying to pick it up. He must have to find a better way to take it home.

Then he desired to ... _borrow _a cherry-picker from the neighbours. "Oi, you, come back!" Gary screamed, furious.

Gary was gaining on him! "Quick!" Pax sweated, clearly nervous. Once he had reached the cactus, he gently scooped him up and perched him upon the shoulder of the machine. "Come on!"

They changed directions, nearly making it back home, but stopped. For.... all of his shrubs were gone! They had all turned into goblins!

"For we must look after this cactus, my sons," Pax said, "As one day, they will walk and talk like us."

And, years and years later, the cactus never grew into a goblin. Why? Nobody knows. But perhaps it was because he was the joy of the goblins, and they all enjoyed looking after him instead of fighting, like most goblins do. Maybe it was because he wasn't really a plant, and he was a fake. But, whatever you think, the goblins all lived in harmony, looking after plants,

Thanks for reading.