The end.
He decided to get in touch with his old school chum, Bruce Forsythe.
The only trouble was, the gardening competition meant putting his journey back to his home village on hold.
Trudgernorg had recently entered himself in a gardening competition in a last desperate attempt to get some money.
2 WEEKS LATER...
Trudgernorg took one last glance at the men, and turned away with a sad, rejected look on his face.
"Sorry, man. It's past your bedtime." said the one closest to him.
He walked bravely in their direction, "Hello, my chums!" he said loudly, "mind if I join you?"
He decided he would join them in their fun.
In the corner, there were several men smoking. Trudgernorg wasn't sure what they were smoking, but they looked as if they were enjoying it.
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