Deep in the marshes, the Shribble river flows. It is, of course, quite likely to wash away any settlement along its banks, but that is only to be expected. Though the sky is clear now, it's going to rain sometime, so it would be best to prepare. A gloomy looking cloud seems to perpetually hang in the air over the wigwams where the wiggles live, and though they seem warm and solid enough, they could certainly fall down.
The marshland itself is choked with vines, so why would anyone bother planting around here? The vines would just choke the plants anyway. Mud is everywhere, and if the giants who occasionally come down from the mountains don't destroy everything, then mudslides will. In all, it is quite a dreary place.
The marshland itself is choked with vines, so why would anyone bother planting around here? The vines would just choke the plants anyway. Mud is everywhere, and if the giants who occasionally come down from the mountains don't destroy everything, then mudslides will. In all, it is quite a dreary place.
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