Who lives at British Council?;)

Who lives at BC?

Twilight… The dark shades with crimson sun beams are falling down to the British Council office. All working staff left their working places and headed home. The only person left was a security man, the guard could walk like a cat checking everything in detail: however last night mister X did his best in having made a joke to people who worked there. When the employees came in the morning – the first things they saw were the pictures turned their faces to the wall, the shoes were under the other spots and TV-set was turned on but nothing was stolen. Everybody was a little bit surprise but that was soon out of mind at the end of the day.
Having been sure that everything was O.K., the guard went downstairs, turned off elevators and started to watch a football match.
It was dark and silent in the head’s office. Nothing, only leaves were whispering outside the window.
Large round green eyes appeared from nowhere, andd then came a big shaggy head with orange-like-ballon nose and watchfull bunny-like ears. Having looked by stealth at the door a head slowly shifted his gaze to another corner of the room smiling with big phosphoric teeth luminous in the darkness – in the moonlight in the middle of the head’s office appeared a creature with height nearly 40 cm with long legs, thin like cords but with huge feet at the ends. There was no neck, instead of it – short round trunk as long as the legs, cord like arms. There were four fingers at each upper and lower extremities and short nails which were painted be the dark-blue nail polish, stolen from the secretary. The whole body was covered with thick brown hair, its length was about 9 cm. Meet him: it’s a cousin of goblin Dobbee from a fairytale encirclement of Harry Potter. His name is Mossy – room’s mischievous. Mossy is really kind and he is always glad to help his friends. He lived in a head office in bookcase in a dark corner behind the old archive documents where a soft bed made of a muffler is located which Mossy stole once time from a master of the office and a little night-table that a mobile phone serves for a goblin (it’s also manager’s property because of the loss of it he turned the British Council upside-down). Mossy has some friends: a little gray mouse called Tete and old Mop that can talk. They often gather together and Mop complains of her hard job and both Mossy and Tete always cheer their friend up. The best moments of goblin’s life are when Mossy, Tete and Mop burn a fire of the important documents and tell horrible stories to each other, eating food stolen in the café located near the British Council territory at night. Friends don’t suspect about damage coursed by them to the organization while burning the documents. Workers hide the documents to the safes close them for two keys and a code but Mossy can become as a thread and thanks to this he penetrates into all corners looking for the row material for the kindle a bonfire. Sometimes when secretary comes to her job, she notices a chocolate candy left by her on the table and the tracks of teeth are on it because someone couldn’t eat it all.
Mossy’s friends like and respect him very much because he always helps them. Once upon a time Tete injured her tail and goblin properly bothed would by juice of aloe leaf grown in a flowerpot in the hall, made bandaging mouse’s tail and painted pretty muzzles on the bandages that it would be not so painful for Tete and cheered her up.
Mossy likes darkness, jolly parties with Mop and Tete in office but most of all in the world he likes cake-baskets with a cream steeped in boiling liquid that always for some reason disappears from a shelf in a café every night.
That’s “he” who lives in the British Council. But don’t try to destroy a little goblin, just try to come to an agreement about collaboration and convince him that he will be glad to be Your friend!
Maybe he will even return a mobile if you ask him about it?!