I start school again on Wednesday. My excitement about this is a rock-colored throat goblin. It uses my uvula for monkey bars and does a perfect dismount onto my dry tongue. It takes naps curled like a hedgehog against the warmth of my glottis. It eats my breath for breakfast and leaves me wheezing like a smoker climbing a hill. When I am relaxing and unwary, the goblin ocasionally peers out from between my lips and emits a high squeak like an overstimulated guinea pig, then scuttles to the safety of my upper molars and peeks out, chuckling.