It was a very hot day - one of those days when the sewers in the city fill the air with their not-so-sweet smell. The few shacks of the Moss-Not goblin tribe were far from being a city. They were hardly enough to classify as a village. Neither had the Moss-Not goblins ever heard about sewers.
Deka-Flou was on the way to the toilet. In other words he was sneaking towards the back wall of his neighbor’s shack. He despised his neighbor Deka-Deng and his childish pranks. The fact that they shared the same first name only made matters worse.
Deka-Deng checked his bucket; he was sure that soon the hot sun would evaporate the