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“Ebenezer, get off my chair this minute!” Hobgoblin growled
angrily. “Did you find the Wands?”
“Not yet, Master,” said Ebenezer Rex. He didn’t show fear and
remained in the chair despite his master’s angry words.
Hobgoblin let it slide because he needed him to do his dirty
deeds. Ebenezer was once a man, a very cruel and sick-minded
man, who liked to hurt young children. When he was finally
captured by the good witches known as The Trinity of
Wishmothers, who rewarded good deeds and punished evil,
Ebenezer was tried and convicted and turned into a Tasmanian
Devil as punishment for his crimes. Although he served
Hobgoblin faithfully, first and foremost in Ebenezer’s cold
heart was his desire to have his revenge on The Trinity of
Wishmothers.
“Why not?” Hobgoblin demanded. His big, floppy ears
trembled with anger.
As wicked and mean as he was, old Ebenezer Rex was also
cunning. He knew he had to fake fear in the presence of
Hobgoblin if he, for his benefit, wanted to stay in his castle.
“Forgive me great and powerful Hobgoblin,” he said in a
submissive tone of voice, although the mocking expression on
his face betrayed him. “I went back to Celestria and searched all
over, but all I could find, all I could locate, and all I could…”
“What did you find?” Hobgoblin interrupted, ignoring
Ebenezer’s mocking tone, for the time being.
“The thief who snuck into your castle and stole the three
Wands, and then escaped right under our very noses,” Ebenezer
replied. He turned to a pair of Gnome soldiers standing guard at
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