Two goblins met in a swamp.
Pot gnashed her pointy teeth and pulled at her longsome ears.
Cup stomped their tiny feet and boggled their bulbsome eyes.
‘My swamp!’ Pot snarled. ‘Leave, or I shall chomp you!’
‘Mine!’ insisted Cup. ‘I live here always! Go or I glare at you!’
Pot raised her claws to swipe at Cup, then paused, ears drooping.
‘Wait … really?’
‘Yes!’
Cup considered. ‘Neighbours?’
‘Huh.’ A pause. ‘… Wanna eat worms?’
‘Sure!’