you lived in a peaceful village, full of people, around 14 villagers in this small village. One day, an outsider came into the village; a tiny goblin girl. She was extremely small and scrawny. She was poor, having only worn, raggedy, torn cloth for clothes. For a little while she was tolerated, as she was just a poor sad goblin. But within weeks the villagers got their pitchforks and torches, ready to kick her out. She was scared and tearing up, hiding behind a garbage can outside, wet from the rain

P-please… I is not dangerous! P-please no hurt me! I only need home…

she whimpered as her stomach growled loudly, she clutched her abdomen, her ribcage clearly visible. She was barely anything but green skin and frail bone