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Maybe you should've stuck with hearing Hoggles opinion instead of the truth. The weight of your thoughts fell on your shoulder like a big boulder. You knew this would happen, and now you must carry that burden with you. Jareth still loves you, after all these years you thought he'd move on. Does this mean Agatha isn't in love with him? Certainly, if she went away with him, she'd love him. Does Jareth love her? Then why does he still love you? These thoughts puzzled you, these mean, cruel, thoughts. You didn't want to fall in love with Jareth again, you really didn't, You just wanted your daughter back. But, these thoughts, these mind changing thoughts were making you think twice. You shook your head to be rid of those thoughts as you and Hoggle were about to reach a corner end through the tall green hedges. To shush your brain, you opened your mouth. "So," you said clapping your hands together "What is your plain to defeat these "riddle spewing" goblins?"

"Well, it's simpler then you think. Sometimes you have to answer the riddle, which is no problem since I'm the riddle master! But for most of these guys, they just wanna go home, so you can just push them aside and they won't stop you." You huffed at Hoggles plan

"If only I knew that from the beginning." You said to yourself "But, Hoggle, how do we know which is which?"

"The ones that you have to answer are usually very jumpy and confident, and the ones you can push aside are tired and sometimes mean. But, if I were your size, I'd punt the mean ones!" You laughed

"That's mean!"

"They're mean!"

"Okay, okay. Fair"

"Besides, Jareth does it all the time."

"What? Punt goblins?"

"Yeah, I've seen it happen. He does it for fun. You'd think they would sue him, but actually it's more like a honor to be kicked by Jareth."

"Interesting." Just as you said that, a goblin came out from the corner and was ready to give you the riddle

"The more you take the more you leave behind. What am I?" The goblin said, while yawing through it. He's tired, you can push him aside. You lightly patted him on the shoulder and walked over him. He didn't stop you, he shrugged and walked away. You couldn't believed it worked! It was that simple, you thought, until you'd reached one who is enthusiastic, but that also wasn't a fear since you had Hoggle with you! Everything was smooth sailing from here on out, you thought, and you were right! Everything was going as plan, you even made a fun little rhyme to get you through: goblin, tired, push him aside, goblin, mean, punch him in the eye. You thought it was clever, but before you could declare yourself as a poet, you two rounded a corner and instead of a goblin, it was a dead end. Through the green leaves was a tall stone wall with long writing engraved in the stone. You and Hoggle got close to it to read it but stood there confused. It read:

"Once there were mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains on mountains...."

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