Arnulf breathed a ring of fire around Modwen's cottage. Clouds brightened and darkened as flames rose and fell. Like jagged barbed wire, the fire barred Bifrun's path to the gold. Flames leaped at him. Run, goblin, run. He jumped on his bicycle to flee when bam. A thought struck him. He flung his bike aside and ran to Modwen's kitchen garden. He ate the peas and the Brussels sprouts. Then he ate the beans. Then? Then he looked for the large white asparagus a good goblin feed. And he ate, and he ate, and he ate till he could eat no more. With a stomach full of gas, Bifrun staged a stick-up. "Stand and deliver, or I'll blow your stripes off." Arnulf roared at the joke. Bifrun turned his back, dropped his pants, and farted. How
