Pandora Gleese

Long, long ago in a land far away, they lived a wise old woman who talked to the trees. She had a little crooked back and wobbly knees. She lived in a tiny tumbledown shack, and her name was Pandora Victoria Gleese, One day she was wandering through the creaky wood when she spied a goblin with a glint in his eyes. Pandora walked on for she didn't like goblins with their meddlesome ways and silly lies. Well, the goblin he walked at a very fast pace he caught up with Pandora and looked into her face. "Where are you going old woman in such a haste? "Be gone with you goblin," the old woman rasped, "You're nasty and peevish and not to my taste." "Why you goose faced old hag!" the goblin cried. Pandora ignored him and shook her head whilst she sighed. "You'll be sorry you said that to me," she muttered " You foolish old crone, why you're nothing but crazy and your brain is all cluttered. Pandora looked on she was so ill at ease, "Why do such mean words tumble from your lips?" "Because, I have heard you when you talk to the trees." "But the trees are my friends." The goblin laughed loudly and kicked her shin, "Your craziness old woman knows no ends." Suddenly there was a flash of lightning, The old oak tree crashed to the ground, and from the goblin's mouth came no more sound. Pandora looked down at the fallen tree for the goblin was squashed as flat as could possibly be.