Literature
Greedy Goblin Girl Grows Girthy 8
“Ooh…” It was only now, in the last moments of sunlight, that I was finishing my shamefully drunken journey back home. I stumbled slowly, cradling my poor belly in one hand while holding my enchanted purse steady with the other. How could I be so intoxicated, I wondered for the dozenth time. I’d only had three mugs of it! Yet here I was, barely making it home without tripping over myself, swollen and gassy with my entire body soaked with sweat from my scarfed neck down to my woolly-socked ankles. I almost regretted donning the whole winter’s outfit – I almost regretted the whole journey altogether – but now I had exactly what I wanted: a full-length mirror. “Ahh, finally home,” I groaned as I entered the front door. “Time to – hic – use the mirror.” It was a miracle that I’d gotten home in one piece, but all the more miraculous that I managed to pull the mirror back out of the enchanted purse without dropping it. It was truly
