Master of Disguise

Master of Disguise

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.


Distantly, Tin said, ‘They are definitely watching too many nature documentaries.’

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