“What realm is this?” asked the first goblin.
“I don’t know,” the second one answered.
They were disoriented from the long fall through six portals and realms.
“How will we survive? How?”
“As we always have, on the bones and marrow of youngsters who stray from their parents.”
“But we don’t know what magic rules this place! How will we trick them into giving us their names? We can’t feast until they tell us their names!”
“See there, in front of those houses?”
“I see signs of some kind.”
“Yes. Young Chelsea is on the swim team.”
“Tonight we feast!”
Author’s Note: I’ve always thought those signs in front yards were a bad idea.