If I were a stone goblin, it appears, I would be very stupid indeed. I would spend my days underground, eating toe-cheese, being completely unaware of my ridiculous name (Saggypant, Snilgob), and not getting out in the fresh air much – if at all. Once up on the surface, perhaps walking near the Lumpy Lake my tribe have wittily decided to live underneath, I would perhaps collect rocks and store them for no reason in the Stone Room. If I were of high society I might have a fashionable top-knot plaited into my stomach hair, and possibly some shoes or slippers that don’t match. But that’s about it.