Meeting the Ant

I accidentally inhaled the smoke coming from the corpse and immediately puked all the digested clams and kelps I had eaten from Atlantis. There was no helping it as I watched the stream of a green and yellow puddle forming beneath my feet.

The smell almost tastes like the blood of bloody corpses left in the open-and it was, but untouched for centuries. I had ingested once through mishap when I had thought that they were edible to eat but were not.

It was far worse than that if I have to put it into words. I am a goblin that has a smelly hazel cloth wrapped around my waist. But never have I felt nauseous from the stench oozing from the monster's dead body.

Everything was all for the sake of saving this ant. And I know because I must rescue it when faith has given me a chance.