Chapter 38:
Hermit's Diary
As a few more hours drifted by in my muddy slumber, I finally roused from my nap, awakening to the realization that I resembled a colossal clump of dirt. The damp earth clung to me, creating a goblin-shaped masterpiece of mud and confusion.
With my goblin brain struggling to wake up I mumbled, "Where goblin? What this? Goblin does not remember. Muddy goblin. Like a big, messy bug. Bug goblin? Mud on goblin. Sticky and icky. How goblin clean? Water, where do you hide? Goblin needs a plan."
Surveying the surroundings, my eyes fixated on a small puddle of water. Determined to shed my dirt disguise, I clumsily washed myself, the mud oozing off in globs. The cool water sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but yell, "Brrrrrrr! Brrr! Cold! C-cold! Brrrrrrr! Cold! C-cold! Shiny in the sky! Come warm goblin! Gobby needs warmth, not cold water. Shiny, help! Brrrrrrr!"
I dipped my head into the water, gulping down a few greedy, squelching swallows, the refreshing liquid revitalizing my goblin senses. The refreshing sensation was a welcome reprieve.
"Glub! Glub! Tasty water! Gobbie thirsty. Water is good for gobbie. No more dry mouth!" I mumbled while wiping water from my chin.
With a timid resolve, I adopted a clever disguise - a leaf on my back, imagining myself a master of stealth in my feeble mind. But In reality, I resembled a big frog crawling through the ground with a giant leaf stuck on the back.
By a stroke of good fortune, my stumbling journey led me to what seemed like a wild vegetable haven. My eyes widened with amazement as I discovered carrots emerging from the earth, their dark orange hues tempting me to indulge in a nibble. Nearby, a riot of tomatoes, in various hues of green, yellow, and red, teased my senses. Yet, amidst this bounty, it was a colossal pumpkin that captured my attention. Its orange shell shines in the dark like a beacon of nourishment, enticing me to take a big, juicy bite. The prospect of a feast in the wilderness momentarily eclipsed the worry of being lost, and my goblin instincts kicked in with fervor.Finally, summoning all the courage within my goblin soul, I tentatively licked the pumpkin shell. To my surprise, a tiny speck of knowledge from my previous life as a Shota kicked in, and I recognized these vegetables despite encountering them for the first time. I knew that the pumpkin had tasty stuff inside.
"Ew, slimy! Gobbos eat slimy? Bleh! But wait, maybe tasty inside. Tasty stuff inside, brain knowledge says. Trust brain knowledge. Goblin eat, not starve! Gobbos need a taste. More lick, more eat! Yum, yum!"
In my distress, my goblin brain, offered questionable advice, "Use head, not teeth! Headbutt pumpkin! Like goblin battering ram! Headbutt! Goblin smash! Here goes nothing!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
I fell to the ground, clutching my brused forehead while whining, "Ow! Stupid pumpkin! The headbutt does not work. Goblin's head hurts now. Pumpkin still laughing. Goblin needs a better plan. Think, think! Goblin does not give up. Must best the pumpkin. Victory will be sweet, and mushy!"
Undeterred, I cast my gaze around the ground, desperately searching for a solution. Sharp thorns and pointy splinters beckoned to me, and with newfound tools in hand, I embarked on a makeshift excavation.
"Thorns good tools. Sharp, pointy. Smart goblin finds a way. Scraping time!"
Night descended stealthily, casting shadows around me, but I pressed on. With each scrape, the hole I carved grew, bit by bit, until it reached the size of my head.
"Dark come, shadows dance. No matter! Goblin does not stop. Pumpkin, you open! Goblin wants insides!"
I thrust my head through the cramped hole, the slimy walls yielding to my entrance with an unsettling squelch.
"Head through the hole! Slimy walls yield. Victory for goblin! Feast time, tasty innards for goblin belly!"
As I slithered inside the pumpkin, the mushy and wet innards greeted me like a grotesque embrace, and mountains of oversized seeds lay scattered in the murky depths.
"Slimy pumpkin! Good pumpkin! Gobby is hungry and needs num-nums. Time to clean, make tasty!"
Without wasting a moment, I plunged into my task. With nimble goblin fingers, I scraped all the mushy, slimy entrails to one side of the pumpkin and meticulously piled the seeds on the other.
"Mushy stuff, squishy stuff! Seeds, big seeds! Gobby fingers fast, work hard! A pumpkin feast coming! Squashy, squashy! Mushy to one side, seeds to the other. Goblin master cleaner, yes!"
The laborious cleaning process took hours, the squishy sensations and the pungent aroma filling the confined space, but the promise of a pumpkin feast drove me relentlessly.
"Clean, clean, messy pumpkin scene! Gobby feast, best in between! Slimy, grimy, tasty cuisine! Smelly pumpkin, but worth it! Mountain of food, gobby paradise!"
With a mountain of slimy sustenance before me, I embarked on a feast fit for a goblin monarch. The slimy mush entered my goblin belly in abundance, each mouthful accompanied by audible squishes and slurps. I devoured until my belly swelled to the brim, and then some. Orange, slimy strings hung from my mouth like grotesque decorations as my gluttonous hunger knew no bounds.
Satiated but succumbing to exhaustion, I collapsed onto the slimy ground within the pumpkin, rolling in the viscous innards in a display of post-feast euphoria. The once-cramped confines now embraced me in a putrid, yet warm cocoon of goblin delight.
"Belly happy but sleepy. Slimy dreams await... Zzzz... Zzzz... mushy dreams. Goblin king of the feast. Zzzz..."
The next morning, I stirred from my pumpkin-induced slumber, only to be met with a bone-chilling howl that echoed through my slimy shelter. The air turned tense as the ominous sound rumbled, raising the tiny hairs on my goblin skin. The pumpkin, once a refuge of gluttonous bliss, now seemed like a potential shelter from unseen horrors.
I muttered while rubbing my eyes, "Ugh! Goblin is sleepy. Pumpkin cozy. But what is that noise? Strange noise. Bad noise. Maybe a big howl from the big thing. Pig wolf? Goblin remembers the Pig Wolf. Bad Pig Wolf!"
Summoning all the courage I could muster, I crawled out of my slimy refuge, taking timid steps forward. My posture slouched, my hands pressed against my chest, and my ears drooping - every movement screamed vulnerability.
With my eyes darting nervously I muttered to myself, "Plan, yes. Find a good place. Hide from big pig wolf. Maybe in bushes? Or behind a tree. Goblins are good at hiding. Bushes good. Tree good. Hide well. Pig wolf no see goblin. Maybe smells, but Hermit is stinky anyway. Yes, yes. Hide in bushes. Wait for the pig wolf to go away. Then sneak back to slimy pumpkin. Safe goblin."
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