A peaceful day

It was a bright sunny day in the Enchanted Forest. Although the forest canopy only allowed some amount of sunlight through the blanket of leaves and branches, the dazzle and glamor of the forest floor was what might expect from any place where magic and mystery thrive. It was in a small clearing that one would find an innocent looking goblin. Dressed in a simple leather loincloth, the creature mulled about collecting his breakfast from the bushes and fallen bounties of the trees. He had a taste for the apples the most, so his leaf woven basket was half full of the succulent fruit. Any outsider would expect such a thing to be far more murderous and bloodthirsty, but this particularly one that stood taller than his missing kin was quite content happily living out his life without, picking mushrooms, berries and apples for his mid morning feast. There were no spears or sharp knives on his person. Only the shadow of something long and thick dangling just below the ends of his only set of garments. So much so that even a goblin like he had a name.

He whistled himself a quiet tune as he continued his harvest with brisk, bouncy steps, completely unaware that his quiet life in the forest was about to turn upside down forever.