The stew pot has never gone out, except for one afternoon: the Great Stew Spill. Nobody has forgotten. What’s in the stew is not discussed.
Where grog is poured and secrets are spilled. The foam is the best part.
Everything Up-Top loses ends up here: single socks, lids, keys, spoons. Tinkers bang it into something useful, or at least louder.
Farmed by goblins who name every mushroom and are quietly heartbroken at harvest.
The heart of the Hollow. Goblins sit on the stumps and sing, badly, together. The best gossip is saved for it.
Frogs, fireflies, and goblins who “just need a minute”. The frogs do not talk back, no matter how often they’re asked.
It began with the First Mushroom: the hollow was dark until one mushroom grew and glowed. (Mother Mudcrumple says she planted it.) On the Night of the First Lanterns, the first goblins arrived and hung their lanterns up. Then came the Great Mushroom Harvest, when the patch grew so much they had to build the Bubbling Pot to cook it all, and, not long after, the Great Stew Spill: the one afternoon the Pot went out, and still talked about. When the Great Sock Drawer Collapse brought a whole drawer of socks tumbling down from Up-Top, every goblin got a sock. Some have ambitions. And now the goblins are finding their someones Up-Top. Yours might be one of them.