upon a time I visited Fairy-land and
spent a day in Goblin-town. The people
there are much like ourselves, only they are very,
very small and roguish. They play pranks on one
another and have great fun. They are good natured
and jolly, and rarely get angry. But if one does
get angry, he quickly recovers his good nature and
joins again in the sport.
If a Goblin should continue angry he would take
on some visible form. Perhaps he would become a
toad or a squirrel, or some other little animal, and
would have to live here on the Earth-plane forevermore.
But, if he keeps good natured, he can come
here and have his fun, and not be seen by any one
except a Seer, or very wise person.
The Goblins are gracious to the wise people
now, but they were not always so. A long, long
time ago, on a Christmas-eve, the Fairy-folk were
having great sport. All the little people of the
Unseen-world had gathered together in the Earth-realm.
There were Brownies, and Gnomes, and Elves;