Tiny flew like wind, her clothes waving after her, the little bells twinkling on her hat, well, in short, everything was waving and twinkling on her that can wave and twinkle… And now let her fly by herself for a while, hoping that we can catch up later, after having cleared some things up. Namely:
Who is Tiny?
Where is she tearing along to?
Where is she tearing along from?
Why is she tearing along?
How can she do that like the wind?
Out of all sorts of residents of Cerbengocia, Tiny represents the crowd of the goblins of the forest within the Cerbengese king's court. This takes us to the second and the third question and to the second and third answer, since Tiny is off to the king's court, from the Enchanted Forest, where she, like all goblins, likes to roam about. 
If she was a meadow goblin, for example, she would definitely walk along the fields of the Draughty Moor, and if she was a water goblin, she would be splashing about in the Lazy Lake or in the Pound Ponds. But since she happens to be a forest goblin, she spends his time in the Enchanted Forest, like the goblins of Cerbengocia in general. And she's rushing because forest goblins (at least the forest goblins in Cerbengocia) usually either sleep or rush, but know no middle grades. And if they fly by, they fly like wind (that's why they are said to be harum-scarum, but the chronicle teller has to admit that he has no reliable evidence on the goblins being either harum or scarum particularly). All this naturally applies to Tiny, too. Of course she doesn't fly just like the wind, for the wind doesn't fly from here to there but flies everywhere the same way, and the place it flies to contains the same amount of it as the place it flies from. Contrary to Tiny, of whom there will be none in the Enchanted Forest if she runs away from it, and there will be plus one in the place she's running to.
If she arrives at all, that is. For now, she decided that she would go off the Vole Path and run across the shifty bush, gaining the time of about three blinks of an eye. This time she has already blinked two, when suddenly she tumbled. Tiny doesn't usually fall this flat, so she was flabbergasted. She couldn't even imagine what she tripped over, since she knew the Enchanted Forest very well. Of course, the Enchanted Forest is enchanted because it always has a surprise in store. Tiny loved this about it, among other things, but she would have happily dispensed with his tumbling. But the nature of surprise is like that, and if Tiny had had the chance to choose between a few tumbling but having a lot of surprises and always having firm feet but never having any more surprises, she would've chosen the former. So she jumped up excitedly and started to look for the surprise that had to be there for she tripped over it.
And she found it soon indeed. It stood out from the grass, and was exactly like an abortive molehill. But Tiny knew that this could only be her surprise, so she examined it carefully. Then she walked around it. Then she poked it, but the surprise didn't move. She poked it again, and a piece of mud fell off the surprise and something glistened underneath. Tiny eagerly cleaned the surprise from the mud, and it turned out to be a big, age-old alarm-clock.
"Well, this is a surprise!" screamed Tiny, who was against all machines used for waking anyone up, but if it was a surprise, than the situation was of course completely different. Tiny started to rub the soil off it and the clock suddenly transformed into a really strange chap.
"Who are you?" asked the little guy.
"I'm Tiny, the forest goblin."
"Well, Tinytheforestgoblin, I'm Strange Chap, the ghost of the magic alarm-clock and I can make all your wishes come true."
"Very nice to meet you… Do you live in this whatnot?" asked Tiny.
"As a matter of fact, I am this whatnot" explained Strange Chap and got a little embarrassed. "Well this is a long story, but if you have some time, I would be happy to tell you that during the past few thousand years…"
"Excuse me, maybe later", Tiny interrupted. "I'm off to…"
"Ha! That's it!" screamed the ghost of the alarm-clock triumphantly. "A wish already! Where do you want to go to?"
"To the castle of Kocian, where…" but before she finished, the ghost of the alarm-clock snatched him up and whisked him away faster than the wind (which is really something, considering, if you remember, that Tiny runs exactly like wind.)
"Stop, stop!" shouted Tiny, as loud as she could.
"Have you changed your mind?" the ghost of the alarm-clock asked.
"No, but we're going to the opposite direction", Tiny informed him. "It's the other way!"
And she thought that it was not bad at all for a person or a goblin or anybody to have such a wonderful alarm-clock or ghost or Strange Chap or whatnot…