I'd never been at a goblin party before — but it proved little different from the late-night Academy reveries.

I'd never been at a goblin party before — but it proved little different from the late-night Academy reveries. Using their crippled speech, the flour-drenched merry-goers explained the miller invited them to his house, told them to take whatever they wanted, and was 'polite' enough not to ruin the fun — and left soon after that. The food tasted as foul as to be expected, but ale was passable, so soon all of us were tipsy. After these little troublemakers unmistakably recognized baron as our leader, they offered him to pass several tests to become, um, part of the tribe. For the first test they demanded him to deal with a terrible beast — the dog (goblins and dogs, well... they don't get along — neither with horses, and... well almost any animal that doesn't sting, bite, or hiss). The Baron's task was to steal the miller dog's food plate. So, he...