Night Mare [antikvár]

Chapter I. To See the RainbowTiI he stork glided to a landing before Stunk's residence and squawked for attention."No, it can't be!" the goblin cried in panic. "I'm not even married!"" 'Snot that," the stork said through his long bill. "In the off-season I deliver mail." He produced an official-looking letter."Off-season for what?" the goblin demanded."You wouldn't understand. Take the missive. I have other idiots to bug.""But I can't read!" Stunk protested, his panic shifting to embarrassment. Few goblins could read, but like most illiterates, they didn't like this advertised."I will read it to you, bulbnose." The stork opened the envelope and oriented an eye on the document inside. "Greetings.""Same to you, birdbrain," Stimk said politely. Goblins had excellent manners, though for some reason other creatures seemed unable to appreciate them."Don't answer back, dolt," the stork said. "I'm reading the letter, not talking to you. Don't you know what 'Greetings' means?"Stunk didn't answer."Hey, stupid, I asked you a question," the stork said, irritated."I thought you were reading the letter, needlebeak, so I didn't answer back. I'm trying to be polite to one not worth the effort. Of course I know what it means. It's an ungob-linish salutation.""Salutation, ha! You dope, it means you have been drafted!"