Tired of lurking beneath cold, damp bridges and the taste of goat, "when he could get it, which was often", Rutabaga, decided enough was enough; Sunnier climes and the South of France were in order.
To this day you will find "or if you are misfortunate smell", Rutabaga, sunning himself in a quiet corner of Avignon. No more goat for this little Troll, it's the vegan life all the way, turnip farts and all!
We will let, Rutabaga, have the last word "be easy catchin me a turnips, don't run like smelly goat and turnips ar right luvely crunchy in ya belly"
November 16th, 2017
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