Chapter 6: For Agatha!

There were many things which Grog would have done with joy. He would have cooked a thousand and one goblin chiefs for Agatha.

But she was a woman with a cold heart.

She was not someone who could be tied up and forced to stay put.

She had left him while he was converting the goblin tribe.

Grog didn't know if this was something that he should have expected. She wasn't the most stable of people.

But she had left. She had left and now everything was over.

"Well," Dobri pipped in. "At least you know she doesn't love you."

But Grog was not ready to give up! He stormed off into the sunset, found her cottage, and kicked the door down.

He was small, about one meter tall, wore a silly costume, and she was there.

Making frog soup.

He didn't know how to feel about the fact that she had not even wanted to use him for the soup.

"Agatha!" He yelled, as he took off his coat. "I am home."

Agatha blinked.

"I can see that. What took you so long? I thought that you will at least bring home some flour and milk."

Grog blinked.

"Does that mean that you wanted me to come home?"

She nodded.

He jumped for joy.

And so, he went out. Went to the neighborhood shop where the old witch Lilia worked, bought the flour and milk, and went to his one true love:

Agatha's garden.

And his second true love:

Agatha's cottage, which was always warm.

And his third true love:

Agatha.

The end.