Before the music, the sausages, and the beer arrive, there’s one question someone really should have asked a long time ago:
Who let this bunch organize the Oktoberfest?
Nobody knows.
Nobody wants to take responsibility.
And, frankly, at this point, it’s already too late.
There are some very respectable people in Zwergenbach.
There are also some who look respectable.
We have farmers, tavern keepers, musicians, grandmothers, villagers, visitors… and the occasional individual who we still haven’t quite figured out, but who always seems to appear whenever there’s food.
They all have a story.
Some of them have too many.
And today, we’re going to introduce them to you before they start drinking and there’s no way of figuring out what happened. 🍺🥨
Welcome to Zwergenbach!
And may God help us all. 😂🍺
