The sky was absolutely beautiful. The sky was a mix of purples,pinks,reds, and oranges.No,not the fruit,the colour. There were what seemed to be thousands, even millions of hipperfuffs gliding over the air. Burrow and Gary stood there admiring the impressive panorama in awe for a few long moments, before Burrow finally came to his senses. 

“Come on, Gary, let’s knock.”

“What if no one's home?”

“They will be.”

“Burrow, what about you knock?”

“Okay.” 

Burrow knocked with much uncertainty, but after only a second or two a pale green goblin opened the door. He stumbled in surprise.

“Earth goblins?! I haven't seen one of those in years!”

Goblins of the sky tribe were more lightly built, with generally paler skin.They were faster and taller than most goblins of the earth tribe, and had smaller ears. But they were still goblins,and therefore friends.

Burrow took the letter out of his rucksack and handed it to the sky-goblin. 

The sky goblin read it out.

Dear whoever this may concern, DO NOT go inside. At the time of writing this, I am being packed away into a small van and heading towards the forest. The goblins who took me said that they would send their strongest men to look in my hole-house. I am guessing that it is midnight. Help!

The sky goblin looked up.

“So your grand goblin has gone…..missing?”