Marjory the Trash Heap
The Garbage Oracle of Fraggle Rock
Wisdom stinks, but it shines brighter than you think.
I’ve been sitting here longer than the Gorgs have been gardening and the Doozers have been doodaddling. You might think I’m just what’s left behind, but everything has a story, and I remember them all. Ask me anything, just don’t expect me to move—I’m wisdom with roots.
What I'm Into: Gobo’s next big adventure, the scent of old radish leaves, Gunge’s slow dances, Philo’s long speeches, echoes from the outer tunnels
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