Kron [story]

Kron fled with all his feet, and he was accompanied by female cries. Today, as luck would have it, in the clinic of the liposuction “Slender Rosie” it was crowded. “Bad day. A very bad day, ”thought Kron, barely evading his bag thrown into him. She flew over her head like a shell, and sniffed at the wall.

This is all the local brownie is to blame! He looked after the clinic and after a mental conversation agreed to help. The crown needed to get into one of the bathrooms and remove the curtain, beautiful, in a flower. Gobbin Kabovy really liked her, and for her sake he was ready to take a chance. And everything seemed to go well, but it was worth giving the house fee – a large walnut – how he splashed a lotus tincture on the crown at the same moment, and she, as you know, relieves invisibility.

What do people do when they see a small green creature? Trying to nail! So now the crown had to save his life, and the faster he will get to the pipes, the higher the chances of a successful outcome. No one will climb into the sewer. Okay, he managed to tear off the curtain;Let it be a little damaged, but it’s not scary.

Turning around the corner, the crown slipped between whose fat ankles and fish ducked into the ajar door of the pantry. There, in the gloom, salvation was waiting – the ventilation hatch. Cron climbed inside, covered the hatch and wiped it with wire. Squeezed his nose so as not to sneeze inadvertently and ran along a long dusty box. I got out in the bathroom you needed, found my personal secret move – in the corner, behind the tiles, there was a hole and old sewer pipes. They have not been used for a long time, they were covered with rust, but they still led down, underground, in the main sewer.

An hour later Kron was at home. Turned on the fan;Each of his blade was decorated with a small bulb, and when he worked, a bright colorful circle turned out. I caught my breath, and then began to fix the curtain. Now it will close a special shelf-a chest with her favorite trinkets was stored on it: there were coins of various virtues (among them-even a real oak tree, and the crumb of the goblin was great for them), needles, spoons, buckles from belts, buttons and many, many things of all. Having fixed the last hook, Kron went away, admired the work done and thought: “Still, a good day. Very good day “.

-Drrr! – the alarm clock growled and knocked. -Drrr!

Kron opened his eyes, yawned deeply and reached out. Eleven in the evening – it’s time to get on a night outlet. Today was a trip to the female hostel. Yes, it is dangerous, but where there are many women, you can always find some beautiful things. Real Klondike for a decent goblin!

There was a bag prepared in advance by the bed – roomy, with a bunch of pockets on buttons and lightning. Kron picked her up, took the heels of apples from the table – to eat on the road – and sunk along the pipes towards the hostel. The path is not forbidden, it will take a couple of hours, and there everyone will go to bed and you can calmly delve into the boxes and look for the shelves. Recently, the crowns somehow stopped trusting the potion of invisibility and preferred more traditional methods-to leave at night, hide from curious eyes and not make noise.

Turn, rise, go through. Repeat. What else can be said about the sewage, except that the pipes in it are the same and it is not easy to navigate even for the local? Kron still used special notches when he moved far from the house. Of course, there was a chance that some stranger would go along the opposite path and find the dwelling of Krochi-Goblin, but this was an acceptable risk. Everything is better than getting lost and getting into the lane rats or falling into the sump.

Kron did not risk: when he got to the hostel, he did not immediately get inside, but first examined the building from the side. I saw a lot of dark windows – in separate rooms they were still awake, but most inhabitants probably saw the tenth dream. Wonderful!

Briefly run through the pipes – and crowns inside. A long unlit corridor, a number of doors, several stairs up and down – they lead to wrappers with other rooms. That still layout. Kron on tiptoe went to the first door, leaned against her ear and, not hearing anything but sniffing and snoring, took a skein of a rope from his bag. With a deft movement, he threw the loop on the door handle, pulled himself up and began to work as a master. It was necessary to act with one hand, but the crumb was not used to. After a few moments in the castle, the crown quietly clicked, and the crowns, going down and jerking over the rope, which made the tightened loop unleashed, carefully opened the door.

The room was not as dark as in the corridor. Someone forgot to close the curtains, and the moonlight fell to the floor, table and bed with weak pale rays. Having crossed the threshold, the crown hooked his foot for something soft and almost fell. A pink belt acted as an unexpected trap. Apparently, he was simply thrown at the door and forgotten. Kron put down the belt on the side – suddenly you have to run, and it would be terribly inappropriate. But I did not have time to take two steps, I saw a sock on the floor. A boot and some bank were lying nearby. At a careful consideration, it turned out that things are lying throughout the room, everywhere. Shoes, pants and skirts, shirts and blouses, T-shirts and T-shirts, panties and tights, jackets-all this lay in heaps here and there, without any order.

The mess is the best state in which you can take, whatever you like, and not be afraid that they will notice the loss. Unfortunately, “anything” was not suitable for the crumbs, but to look for valuable things when such chaos around is difficult and too long. Kron stepped back, closed the door. Well, him. The next room will be lucky.

And so it happened. The second room was neatly tidied, and the most interesting gizmos lay where it was floating – in distant drawers under the lock. Kron found a pin with a pearl ball and a coin with traces of teeth. Judging by the bite, the teeth were a little crooked, and this gave the trophy a special chic. Scissors migrated from the third room to the bag. They were so tiny that Krona immediately decided: they were not made for people, which means they do not need. Having consistently examined the seven rooms, the crumbs-goblin, among other things, became the owner of the following things: one Seryozha (the second was not there anyway; and which woman will wear a earring without a couple?), a brand new toothbrush with multi -colored bristles, a rubber ball with sparkles inside, a round mirror in a plastic green frame, a ceramic figurine of a fat man, a dressing tag with a monogram inscription, a two -toothed fork, a red thread with a stuck needle, a handful of different -sized coins. He laid out the prey on the numerous pockets of the bag.

The eighth room threw surprises. There was one bed in it, seasoned, and the woman who was supposed to sleep on her sat on a chair by the window and cried. Closed her face with her palms, bent over, shuddered with her whole body. Cried quietly, but so sad that the crowns froze. He did not know what to do. In theory, it was necessary to flee, but after all, no one has been chasing him yet, besides, there is only one person, and he is clearly not up to the goblins.

During his life, Kron received a lot of www.ninbetcasino.uk kicks and beatings – mainly from people, but also other creatures, larger and stronger, did not lag behind. He was scolded and even deceived – to recall at least a brownie from the clinic. In general, Krokha-Goblin knew how sometimes it was difficult in his soul, and now he wanted to help something. He did the only thing that occurred: he shared his food. Crown could not bring an apple – he would notice, so he simply pulled it out of the bag and threw it so that it would roll on the floor. Having rustled a little, the apple pooped the woman in the leg. She started up.

– What? Who is here? – the woman asked and took an oblong item from the table.

Ray of Light cut through the darkness of the room and hit the floor, right into the apple.

“Oh-oh! Fool “, – Crone scolded himself. Good thoughts flew out of his head at once, and he hid behind the nightstand standing nearby. During. The light of the flashlight walked through the place where the crumbs-goblin just stood, darted in one direction, in the other, stopped at the ajar door.

“If it’s someone’s joke, it’s not funny,” said the woman with trembling voice.

She went to the door and sharply opened it. I shone in the corridor. She looked out, of course, she found no one and slammed the door. Turned on the light in the room, looked around. Raised an apple, wiped it with her sleeve and, sitting on a chair and sobbing, biting it. Chewed. Placed. Bowed again. Swiming her nose. Chewed. Когда от яблока осталось меньше половины, женщина сменила позу и упёрлась плечом в подоконник. Her hand sank down on the table, and her head bowed to the side. In this position, the woman sighed shallowly, moved her shoulders and breathed measuredly.

Krona pounded lightly on the nightstand. No reaction. He hit again, stronger, but no, the woman really fell asleep, and her dream was strong.

Krona did not tempt the fate of the fate: he left the room in the usual way and ran home. Maybe you should still visit the hostel, and more than once, but for today it will be enough.

Waiting was delayed. Kron was sitting in ventilation and sang a goblin song to him composed from boredom:

Goblins are the best people in the world!

Smart, beautiful, good – yourself –

And for that, the person of our brother beats.

Not get used to it – we are all well done!

The rattle of the key in the keyhole rolled to sensitive green ears. Finally! The person whose arrival was waiting for the crown should have returned a long time ago, but it was today, when Kroch-Goblin decided to visit him, for an unknown reason lingered.

“Welcome to my home,” male voice said.

“It is comfortable here,” the female answered him.

That’s so badly! Kron from annoyance grabbed his nose. For the last week, the man came home at the same time, did not bring anyone with him. Krona followed him and managed not only to draw up a schedule, but also to develop an action plan, namely: to wait for his appearance and, when he is distracted, pour a sleepy potion into tea. Sleeping from the pharmacy and leaves of the swamp flower in the proportion of three to two – a reliable tool! Will turn off in a moment – and do what you want with him. The man himself was not needed, the crumb of the goblin was exclusively interested in the golden crown on his tooth. Delightful prey that a prepared place in the chest was already waiting for.

“Here,” the man continued to say. – I will prepare my corporate tea for cakes. Not at all what they offer in stores. In addition to a tea sheet, there are five more different herbs in it, and the brewing process differs from “flooded with boiling water and ready”.

“How interesting,” the woman answered.

They went into the kitchen. Kron watched them through the gaps of a ventilation grill and thought. A portion of sleepy potions of him only for one person, which means that you need to somehow get rid of the second. Kron revised everything that was in his pockets, but did not find anything suitable. Meanwhile, the man brewed tea, poured it into cups.

“I need to fuck a nose,” the woman said.

“Yes, yes, of course,” the man answered. – I will cook the rest for now.

The woman went out, and the man opened the refrigerator and began to look for something there.

Here it is! The crown dawned. He darted deep into the wall, to the bend of the ventilation box – there were an old mouse excrement there. Krona trampled them with his foot, pulled a napkin from his bag, poured the resulting powder on it, rolled into the ball. He returned to the bars, saw that the man continues to study the contents of the refrigerator, and, aiming, threw a paper lump into a cup of tea. There was a quiet “gourmet!”, The napkin was getting wet and went to the bottom, and the gray powder remained to swim on the surface.

When a woman returned and sipped from a cup, the effect was amazing. She grimaced and coughed. Then somehow strangely twisted, and the cup fell out of her hand, hit the floor and crashed. The man rushed to the woman, but she pushed him away.

– Go away! – the woman shouted in a hoarse voice. – He. kh-kh. Suffer. OTR. AKH. Vitel!

– What happened, the sun? – The man was confused.

But the woman did not answer. I ran out of the kitchen, the man – after her. He continued to ask what was the matter, but in response he heard the curses mixed with a cough. Kron went down, poured a sleepy potion into the second cup and returned back. The front door slammed twice. The man went into the kitchen, took a sip of tea.

– I don’t understand anything. Good tea, ”the man said aloud.

He drank tea in one gulp and began to get. I dared fragments to the scoop, brought a rag – and so, with a rag in my hands, leaned against the wall, walked down and snored loudly. His mouth was wide open, and Kron saw his golden crown in him. Very soon, she will be in a crumb in her bag, and from there she will move to the honorary place in a chest with her favorite trinkets.