While cleaning the kitchen, I looked down and saw three tiny, pale fingers sticking out above the surface of the dishwater, as if a miniature goblin were waving forlornly for rescue. (Or possibly, knowing goblins, trying to lure me in so it could pounce.)
I took a fork and touched the tiny fingers gently and they drifted apart, revealing themselves as three noodles that had briefly decided to float in perfect formation.
No goblins after all.
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