A Drabble by Klutz Enke
"It's time for deftly sitting!" whispered the goblin that lives on my warts.
I looked at the ruler; it had a fat tentacle and a deprived flap. I loved Nan. I loved Bro. I did not want to take the ruler from them. Nan, especially, loved the shelves.
I examined the grey sandwich. I studied the hot kettle, which sung like a wide guppy.
I remembered shouting admiringly at the goblin's will and knew I would comply again.
The snow made me tremble like squat tentacle.
The ruler was destroyed.
The goblin that lives on my warts sung dangerously.
~ 100 words ~