Grabble's page

"Him dead," states Grabble matter-of-factly, shaking his head sadly. Then, brightening with realization, he yells, "I get sword!"

"Dollhouse have dolls in them, dum-dum!" Grabble answers, as if that were self-evident. "Witches see through dolls!" He hunkers down in the brush.

"Grabble not need sword - Grabble eat bad goblins whole!"

"Skinny elf, hard to hit!" points out Grabble sagely.

Grabble sits silently, arms wrapped around his midsection, rocking back and forth, muttering quietly to himself. His nervous eyes dart around.