Rhubarb Rover

It starts one night in the middle of the moors at exmoor, in Devon, UK, at around about 11pm in the winter of 1982. An elderly lady was walking her dog, as she normally did, when she heard an haunting grumbling noise coming from somewhere in the darkness in front of her. (I don't know whether you're familiar with moors: they are usually quite foggy and murky, with no light to be seen except for the glow of the moon) This worried her somewhat, and with that she decided to turn and walk rapidly toward the direction of her home.

After about 20 minutes, she arrived at her doorstep, with her dog, to find her front door locked. She fumbled nervously for her keys and unlocked the door, and desperately entered the house.

The dog, however refused to go in, instead choosing to roll in the mud nearby to her husband's prized rhubarb plant.

To this day, the rhubard still looks fine, and the dog never did it again, even when coaxed. Subsequently, it had a puppy called Custard that was only born after her husband died.

Submitted by:
Bernie Tedeth, Exmoor, UK