'There was once a clever goblin who owned a village bakehouse. His name was Avartum - Avartum Avagartum. He was not just a clever goblin but a kind-hearted goblin as well, and it is important that you know this. For you see, there are a few kind-hearted goblins like Avartum in this world, but there are many more goblins who are not so kind. You know the mean goblins of whom I speak: the big ones who hide in caves by roadsides and wait for unsuspecting travellers to scare, rob, or even (on the big goblins' more ravenous days) devour; or the smaller goblins, the slyer ones, the ones with pointier ears and wickeder smiles who sit atop toadstools and place nasty spells on unsuspecting passers-by. Avartum, who was a bigger goblin, was not cruel like these others. Indeed, he had the utmost respect for the unsuspecting, whom he suspected did not much enjoy being scared, robbed, devoured or having un-desirable spells cast upon them, just as he would not enjoy these things.' (Publication abstract)
