Bogglesad, the Marsh Wiggle of Sinking Hollow.

Some say I like my own company, and I do, but only because being with other Wiggles and other creatures can make me forget that life is a serious business. I don't want to be seen to be someone who doesn't have my feet firmly on the marsh. One thing I can't stand is too much frivolity. The satyrs are always going off and having wild dances and laughing, they don't understand anything about the consequences. They can be cruel as well. They always pretend to forget that my home is not 'stinking hollow' but 'sinking hollow'. 'Oh! Look.' They say when I occasionally visit the woodlands to the south. 'It's old Bogglesad of Stinking Hollow.' Or they make up other names for me like 'Bogglehappy' or just 'Bog'. They think it's so funny and then the naiads come out and tell them off and they all start having play-fights, or chases and they laugh and laugh, and I am all but forgotten. Well I don't care about them. I go back to my wigwam and boil up some eel stew or get my pipe out and sit and think for a while under the Narnian sky. I like to hear stories. I like it when old Sosenethenes comes up to visit. We Marsh Wiggles enjoy listening to the old faun's voice as he tells a good tale while we smoke our pipes. Well that is if it doesn't start raining and we all have to go home and find our wigwams all flooded.