A persistent downpour did plague this medieval land. But despite this wickedness our brave band of Goths
did persevere armed with ponchos (thanks to Mr. Razorblades), we noshed heartily on fish & chips, gathered a
grand booty of fine garlic fooderies, jester hats and glassware, contemplated a elephant ride,
but decided sitting on a wet rug on the back of a soggy pachyderm was not the best idea.
Alas, there was no room for the frog wallet, perhaps time for that whence ye' olde fair returns next year.

Hoggetowne Medieval Faire Official website

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