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“We'll see about that!” Adam pushed the door open so forcefully that a cloud of golden feathers flew into the air. They were in a workshop where tools and benches lay under the mass of golden feathers. A fat goblin stood knee-deep in them in the middle of the workshop. He was glueing another feather into place on a giant wing he was making.
The goblin smiled at them and, fitting the wing on to one arm, declared, “You have arrived at a historic moment. Just in time to witness the first flying goblin!”
“It won’t work,” Adam said.
The goblin looked as if the stranger had slapped him across the face. “You realise that you are speaking to Snook the Inventor?”
“Well,” Adam said firmly, “it still won’t work. The concept’s wrong.”
Snook took off the wing and laid it on a bed of golden fea
