Seven

The forest seemed to go on forever, but she finally reached the other side. At the break of trees, she stumbled upon a fallen branch which was not a branch at all. "Oi!" the branch which was not a branch said. "Watch where you be goin!"

The girl, she shriek, which startled the branch which was not a branch. It was, in fact, a goblin, or a passable facsimile. Large yellow eyes and large yellow teeth and large green ears and tiny little fingers.

"Who-... who are you?" Her voice wavered like the leaves 'round her feet.

"Who am I?" asked the goblin, shocked and dismayed, "why, I be your brudder and DIS be your mudder!" as he excitedly gestured at the pinecone he'd snatched from the ground.

"You don't look like my brother, and my mother is dead..."

"You should say sorry for kickin' me just there just now," the goblin announced, exalting the pinecone high. "We both know mum raised ya betta!"