He had the best product in town. The highest quality, freshest yogurt in France…and it all starts from high quality, fresh cow’s milk. He had advertisements all over the place, on city buses  on trolleys and trains. He was the official yogurt vendor of the royal family. Life was good until the war. With nothing left but his cow he bought a ticket for a train bound for Italy where he had some remaining family. Getting the cow on the train proved difficult, however, as the doors just weren’t wide enough. With some kind help from other passengers it happened.

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