Name’s Rooster Foozle.
I’m just a simple rooster-man from the Valley of the Grumpf, but dern it if this here place don’t feel like home to me. Ya’ll got a big red’n’orange monster just like we had. Name’s even similar.
Thing is, our red’n’orange monster caught on fire, and the election was a plum disaster. We’re still tryin’ to get rid of them militias out in the feral cat fields, and the power ain’t been runnin’ for weeks, and worst of it all, I’m a wanted man-rooster! I figured since my bid for election didn’t work out in the Valley of the Grumpf, I’d come over this way and get started with the consultin’.
You oughtta donate to my Political Action Committee, FoozlePAC, what since we’re talkin’ on politics. We’re dedicated to fightin’ all things Grumpf or Trumpy, through mockery and hifalutin’ story-tellin’. Yup, sometimes the truth hurts, but sometimes a rooster’s peck stings even more.
TALES OF THE GRUMPF