It had been a long day for the small earth goblin that night. He sighed. He had finaly finished his chores (wich consisted of things such as going out onto the beach and picking finklebur berries) and was just about to flop down onto his comfy marroon sofa at the heart of his burrow when he heard a loud knock at the door. 'My mum told me never to open the door to strangers...' he thought. He was about to just ignore it and get out his favourite adventure book (draegon the brave one) when he heard a voice. 'Post! Hey, Burrow, open the door, will you?' oh, yes! i forgot to say, Burrow was this small goblin's name. Everyone thought it was weird, but he didnt mind. Anyways, he peeked under the door and realised that it was indeed hit friend pat the postgoblin. He turned the rusty brown door handle and the large wooden door creaked open slowly. 'hello. Mama's out picking some more finklebur berries, if you want to know.'
'Ah' Pat's voice was just as creaky as the door. He was old for a goblin, about 3 human years. that equals around 56 goblin years. Burrow collected the news paper and after giving Pat some tea he could finally sit down to read. or so he thought.
A small earth-goblin who goes by the name of 'Burrow' goes on a series of adventures while simultaneously trying to accomplish his lifelong goal- to discover the lost sea tribe. Will he succeed? well, what are you waiting for?! start reading to find out!