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The Goblin and the Child Witch: Tales from the Forest of the Hooting Owl, #2
The Goblin and the Child Witch: Tales from the Forest of the Hooting Owl, #2
The Goblin and the Child Witch: Tales from the Forest of the Hooting Owl, #2
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The Goblin and the Child Witch: Tales from the Forest of the Hooting Owl, #2

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Goblins aren't supposed to engage in the practice of walking dogs. Neither are they meant to attempt to save witches. And they most certainly aren't in the business of facing up to big, bad trolls.

Sprout has never been one to do what he's expected to do. That tends to get him into trouble. This time is no different.

Has Sprout taken on more than he can cope with? Has he chewed on one too many magic herbs? The answers are within these pages, for those who dare to take the journey alongside a young, adventurous goblin, in order to find out the truth.

The Goblin and the Child Witch is a tale for children aged 8-12 and anyone else who is young of heart. Sprout's waiting for you right now. Why not join him on his second adventure today?

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJuliet Boyd
Release dateJun 1, 2018
ISBN9781386171874
The Goblin and the Child Witch: Tales from the Forest of the Hooting Owl, #2
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Juliet Boyd

Juliet lives in Somerset in the south-west of England. She used to work in administration, but now writes full-time. Her main writing interests are fantasy, science fiction, weird fiction, horror and flash fiction. Details of her work are available on her website.

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    The Goblin and the Child Witch - Juliet Boyd

    THe GoBLiN aND THe CHiLD WiTCH

    TaLeS FRoM THe FoReST oF THe HooTiNG oWL

    BooK TWo

    Copyright © 2018 Juliet Boyd,

    including interior illustrations.

    All rights reserved.

    Second Edition: 2020.

    Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

    This book is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and situations portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Any reference to an actual event, product or location is used in an entirely fictitious manner.

    For those who, without knowing it, give me the inspiration to keep writing.

    The Forest of the Hooting Owl never sleeps. Neither does Sprout, or so it seems. Goblins don’t have middle names, or even second names, but I think, if Sprout did, his would definitely be Mischief.

    This second tale finds Sprout in a bit of a pickle with a sprite. Remember the promise? The one Long Tooth made when the sprites saved Sprout from the angry witch? One day they’ll catch him and he will have to do as they ask. Is that day about to happen? You’ll have to read on to find out.

    And the child witch in the title, do you remember her? The lovely little Alicia, who wasn’t interested in having a real goblin as a playmate, is back. I can guarantee you, before you even start reading, that she’s up to no good. Maybe, there will be a Wizard who can help Sprout out. We can only hope.

    Once again, if you wish to learn more about some of the creatures, foods, places, and so on, that are mentioned in this book, Sprout’s uncle Long Tooth has given us some additional scribblings to ponder over. You’ll find them at the end.

    Oh, was that Sprout who just ran past? Better follow him. You don’t want to miss out on the first part of this adventure, do you? Go on. Run!

    AS iF BY MAGiC

    Sprout dashed through the forest faster than he’d ever thought his legs could take him. He was not doing this for pleasure. Although, he did sometimes run down the path to Frog Riddle Lake, when he had something he wanted to shout about. Especially, if he thought it might make for a fiendishly difficult riddle for future visitors to puzzle out. And he often deliberately ran through patches of jumping grass, just because the frenzy of activity made him giggle. This time, he was not going to the lake, or looking for grassy expanses. He was running because he was being chased and he was trying to escape.

    If it had been his ma he was trying to escape from, he would be safe by now. His ma wasn’t a fan of running and only did it in the direst of circumstances. She complained of her bones being old, as if they were older than the rest of her body. Sprout didn’t think that could be true, otherwise all babies would start off as skeletons when they were born. That, he had to admit, would be quite amusing. However, if she had been chasing him, it wouldn’t have been amusing, because that would mean he’d been naughty, was deserving of a few cleaning duties and requiring some enforced thought time. Thought time was a waste. He didn’t often think about what he’d done wrong when he was told to, he preferred to do that when his own brain took the initiative. It was more productive that way.

    If it had been his uncle Long Tooth he was running from, it would’ve taken a little longer to evade him, but he would still be in the clear by now. Long Tooth could sprint, but he wasn’t one for endurance. Anything longer than the length of a Biglander’s garden and he was done for, coughing and spluttering like a riddle frog clearing its throat. Sprout, on the other hand, could run much further.

    Fortunately, or unfortunately in these circumstances, it wasn’t either of them chasing him.

    His persistent pursuer was a sprite. Sprites weren’t often seen in the forest anymore. They preferred to make their homes in the houses the Biglanders lived in, where they could be involved in unfettered mischief all day long. There was only one reason, Sprout thought, that a sprite would be in the forest, especially when it was near him. That reason was to get him to honour the promise of which he was the bearer. He was bound, by the law of promises, to do whatever the sprite, and her sprite mates, wanted, because they had done something for him. Technically, it wasn’t him who had made the promise. It was his uncle Long Tooth. However, the promise had been made so that Sprout could be saved and the burden had, rightly or wrongly, fallen upon him. It could have been argued either way. He and Long Tooth had done a lot of arguing after Sprout had recovered from that adventure.

    Sprout’s suspicions that the sprite was following him had been realised when the creature landed right in front of him. That was the point at which he had begun to run, because, as soon as

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