The Snow Goblin's Challenge

Waiting for them at the bottom of the cloud was a squat little goblin with a long icy

nose and a cloak of frost. His eyes were sharp like icicles. “Who dares fall

into my cloud?” he snapped. “I am the Snow Goblin, keeper of the snow flurries!”

He raised his hands, and tiny snowstorms spun in his palms. “All I care about is releasing my

snow at the perfect time. Tick-tock, tick-tock. ‘ sneered the goblin,

tapping his watch. ‘ You will never get out before I empty the cloud! You’re toast!

” “You’re Mean!” Lottie growled, stepping forward. Just then the crystal

in Ted’s pocket pulsed with light. He pulled it out, and inside the glow shimmered a picture