I held perfectly still. A breeze shook the tree; I shook with it.
‘Hehehe,’ I said. ‘They’ll never even know I was here …’
The goblins below frowned up at the tree. ‘Jarbin? Is that you?’
I didn’t answer; I wouldn’t be drawn out of hiding so easily.
I chortled to myself. ‘I’m a master of disguise …’
Below, Tin and Looky shrugged and walked off.
Success!
Distantly, Tin said, ‘They are definitely watching too many nature documentaries.’