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CHAPTER 3

THE OGRE’S ASSASSIN

obgoblin’s scream was backed by six squeaky shrieks from his flies.

The squirrel poked the scrub brush into Hobgoblin’s nose. “Do exactly as I say, Hobgoblin,” she said. “Or I’ll scrub you so hard, your flies won’t recognize your scent.”

Hobgoblin gulped. A shrill stress fart escaped under his burlap covers.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

The flies nodded earnestly, ready for their orders.