As the naps progressed, Mr. Gpblin noted something absolutely awful. A tiny little green thingie left the cave. When he noticed this, 7 goblins had already wandered out. SO WITH AN UNENDING DETERMINATION, MR. GOBIN ATTEMPTED TO LEAVE THE CAVE. It didnt work(for those who know, maybe means no in my book. Also a book is better if people actually enjoy it so ugghhhhhh comment ideas. Oh and uggghhhhhh check out my other book I guess.)
Poor Mr. Goblin. The goblins who noticed his endeavors all thought, "Poor elder, his age affects his mind. We must strive to care for the senile old man." Poor Mr. Goblin.
There were now over 113 goblins in the cave; however, almost 15 had exited. For some reason, all those who exited were bigger(and therefore smarter). Who would ever want to leave the cave? It had a big goblin, so protection guarenteed, a large food supply, and so many goblins. That is close to a goblins paradise. So many roots from the glowing vine had spread, that hundreds of spores covered the surfaces of the cave. Many more spores could be found within the small cave than the bigger one. With each passing nap, (yes time is measured in naps now) more goblins appeared. Such numbers would almost expectantly be rowdy all the time. Well yes and no. When the soft snores of the senile elder couldnt be heard, munch time, talk time, teaining time, etc. When the faint snores of the old goblin could be heard, the goblins all unanimously decided to be quiet.