Yep, I’m a wombat. That’s right, mate. I’m not a giant hampster or an earless version of one of those crazy giant German bunnies. I’m a great big stuffed wombat. I like rugby, rugby players, going tubing in the summer, and hunting for interesting-smelling mosses. I’ve been enjoying hanging out at Nasty’s, the rugby bar across the street from The SARF. Don’t tell anyone, but they let me in even though I’m underage. I told them wombat years are totally different, and they believed me!