Upon waking up the goblin knew instinctively that something was wrong. He slowly rose to his full height, and then he saw it. A powerful and large winged beast! This beast was munching on some berries in his cave. How rude! He decided in this moment to live up to the name of a goblin and do his duty.
He proceeded to hide like a coward until the bird left. Problem solved.
If you should fear something, it is a hungry goblin. With his awakening his stomach growls in protest and rage. How traumatizing! To go without food for.....the goblin doesn't know how to tell time. Only dumb humies tell time. He immediately knashed his teeth, and began stomping the ground angrily splattering dust into the air. But suddenly, something truly..... unique happened. The bad dust became hot, like it really really was warm, or so thought the goblin. He observed, and began stomping again. To clarify for the goblin scribes perusing this ancient text, he was doing mental calculations, not thinking; you dummies. After another stomp the bad dust went into flame. How peculiar. The goblin assumed he truly was a wizard. He then recalled something it should be impossible for him to know. All goblins worth their salt know how to use their heads. And so after experimenting multiple times with the bad dust, the goblin slams his face into the hard rock floor and knocked himself unconscious. He is a goblin, what were you expecting?