Deep in the bog, in a thicket of thorns, where shadows would linger long after the dawn, in twists of old iron, with fists full of rubbish... Goblin was searching for gadgets and gubbish. Goblin has everything.
Trinkets and treasures, nick-nacks and stuff - he has it all . . .
and yet, it's never enough. So, when a band of unlikely companions turn up and Goblin actually FEELS something, things start to shift. Could it be that friendship, not possessions, is what Goblin really needs?
Deep in the bog, in a thicket of thorns, where shadows would linger long after the dawn, in twists of old iron, with fists full of rubbish... Goblin was searching for gadgets and gubbish. Goblin has everything.
Trinkets and treasures, nick-nacks and stuff - he has it all . . .
and yet, it's never enough. So, when a band of unlikely companions turn up and Goblin actually FEELS something, things start to shift. Could it be that friendship, not possessions, is what Goblin really needs?
