Midnight, In the general vicinity of the Secian tree:

A small figure, cloaked all in black runs from behind one bush and darts behind another, not quite stifling a throaty little cackle as he approaches his target. Peeping from around a sparse bush not quite fifteen feet from the tree, he pulls his head back and drops his backpack, then pulls out a crow bar half as big as he is.

Peering around the bush again he scans the area quickly and seeing no Secian's sleeping on the ground at the base of the tree, looks up there to sees many small and still forms curled on various branches all through out the tree. It is a warm night out and a soft wind gently flows over the sleepers, ruffling their wings before moving on.

He watches for a few minutes from behind the bush, then moves quickly, heading for his target, slowly sneaking with crowbar in hand and on his tiptoe's over to a massive barrel sitting within a few feet of the tree. But ten feet from the barrel though, he has to stop suddenly!

Twigs are breaking, and he hears soft thumps as something slowly approaches closer to him. Just when he thinks he is going to feel a set of Drake's claws on his head or a stream of fire at his backside he sees a moving flash of white off to the side.

"Baahhhh!"

Gasping, the little cloaked figure takes a few steps and dives behind the first bush he sees.

"Blasted darn sheep!" he mutters, plopping down on the ground to wait for the few Secian's that stirred awake to drift off to sleep again. Five minutes slowly pass and thinking the sheep has at last wandered off, he stands up to take a look around and sees that the sheep has found his backpack behind the bush he had left it at. Of course, that is a different bush than the one he is at now.

When all finally seemed quiet again, he leaps to his feet, hoists the crowbar up and over his shoulder and once again makes his way around the bush and tiptoes over to the barrel. The faintly sweet but none the less unmistakable aroma of cherry goop is slowly wafting up from the wood to surround him. The little figure takes the crow bar and inserts it under one part of the lid, pushing down on it, hoping to pop the lid off so he could fill all of his containers with the goop before he gets caught.

"Baaaaah!"

and again....

"Baaaaaaaah!"

With a gasp he pulls the crow bar back from underneath the lid and with a few large leaps, dives behind the bush again, then to his dismay sees several of the Secians begin to move, leaping to his feet then he ran to another bush, further away, diving behind that one but was there for mere seconds before he saw more movement in the tree. Scared now, he gets up and runs helter skelter back towards town.

"Baaaaah!"

"Where'd the sheep come from?" Verbaniah murmurs, in between yawns.

"Sheep? What sheep?" Kirrra asks sleepily as she lights a lantern.

Further up on the same branch, Weldoian, affectionately called Weldo by his closest friends, sits up and reaches over to poke Kirrra in the head, then leans way over to point down at the sheep on the ground. Still half asleep himself though, he misjudged how far he was leaning over and suddenly slips from the branch, falling seven feet down to the ground, landing with a soft little grunt.

"Yeeeeow!" Weldo cries, as he rubs at his back side, wincing in pain.

"Baaaah!" Went the sheep yet again.

Now all the Secian's were awake not only from that sheep but also because of Weldo's squeal of pain.

A few minutes later Weldo stands up and hops over to the goop barrel, noticing immediately that the lid is up a few inches.

"Ok who was in the goop barrel last?" Weldo exclaims with a stern look as he tapped his foot impatiently.

A chorus of "Not me!" floats down from the heights of the tree.

"Sure, sure.." Weldo mumbles, rolling his eyes.

Seeing the sheep pawing at something on the ground next to one of the bushes, Weldo ran over and gasps at what he sees inside. He pulls out several containers with lids and a big old heavy spoon and runs back over to the tree shrieking, "Look! Look!"

::Geos glances::

::Kirrra glances::

::Lapiz glances::

::Aliyah glances::

::Chasdity glances::

::Verbaniah glances::

::Keystiessanova glances::

::The Sheep glances too::

Not looking where he is going, Weldo stepped in something nasty, slipped and loses his balance.

"Baaaah!" said the sheep.

"Eeeeew!" Weldo blurts out, as he begins walking around trying to get all the nasty stuff off of his little bare foot.

*Five days later*

The same little cloaked figure again goes sneaking through the dark, running from tree to tree, once again with a backpack in his grubby little hands. A faint glow is emanating from within the cloak.

Not as cautious as he was before he runs straight for the barrel and goes at the lid, his tongue sticking out a bit, his eyes narrowed to slits as he eyes the crowbar and shoves it under the lid, then pulls down with all of the Gobbie strength he can muster.

With a little grunt of exertion, he pries the lid up and lifts it off of the barrel then sticks his big old spoon in and begins scooping the goop out, filling the first container that he was holding in his filthy hand rapidly. Cackling insanely because his ultimate and twisted goal is to use the cherry goop for complete world domination!

::Litorth reveals himself::

::Platinum reveals himself::

::Voodo reveals himself::

::Silvery reveals himself::

::Titanium reveals himself::

::Michael'a reveals himself::

::Dyaminda reveals herself::

::The Gobbie named Renthran shrieks::

Glowing from sheer fright alone! Renthran hastily began removing his cloak because he knows he can run faster without it on and throws it at the nearest Dragon, which happened to be Litorth. After taking a quick peek over his shoulder, Renthran turns three different shades of grey and with arms now flailing wildly, turns on his heel and begins running back to town just as fast as his stubby little legs would carry him. His fearful cackling echoing back through the dark forest. But alas he was not fast enough to escape the mighty Dragon Michael'a who promptly scooped some of the goop up in a another bucket and with one mighty leap came upon him as he was running away and smashed the bucket down over his ears. .

With a chuckle Michael'a watches the Gobbie fight with the bucket on his head while still moving, running right smack into a tree. He flails around for a minute and manages to get the bucket off at last then leaping to his feet and with his head still covered in that dripping gooey mess, once again runs back to town vowing never to return to the tree.

The End

....or is it?