“Can’t you see where you’re going?” a tiny voice asked.
Darn, I tripped over something that seemed more stump than human, yet whatever it was had chastised me! Earnestly looking around for the victim of my haste, I felt a tug at the bottom of my jeans.
“Franny, I’m right here!” the voice claimed.
“Good lord!” I exclaimed while taking in the twelve-inch fellow stomping his feet in anger. “How’d you know my name?” I asked, realizing of all the question to ask this . . . creature . . ., my identity was not on the top-of-the-list.
“I’ve lived here far more years than you have,” the stone-faced being said.
“Just how long is that? I asked, again berating myself silently for asking the less important question. Knowing that I’m the owner of this property, which my great-grandparents bought in 1922, I figured I’d catch the little guy in a lie.
“Long before your Great-Grandpaw Lyle, that’s for sure,” the little rascal answered.
Maybe he was tiny and grizzled, but I could see the smirk on his face.
Not sure if I was hallucinating or had inadvertently been struck by lightning, I decided that ignoring the creature would be to my best interest.
Opting to return to the house, I turned around and began to walk swiftly back to my front door.
Realizing he was directly under my feet again, I stopped short.
“So, who are you and what do you want?” I shouted.
The next door neighbor, walking on the path adjacent to my yard, must have heard me. Unmistakably rattled, she increased her pace away from me.
“Violet, how are you?” I called out with a (I hoped) calm smile as she raced away.
“Wendell is my name, and I’m a rainbow goblin,” he answered matter of factly in his squeaky voice.
“Xactly what does a rainbow goblin do?” I asked.
“Zounds!” I answered, looking above me and noting that blue, indigo, and lavender were missing from the glorious rainbow above.