…or On the Sixth Day of Christmas My True Love Gave to Me: a Brewery
Over at the Trailer Park
Lannie: Get yerself over here Sammy, and bring lots of beer nuts and chips. And maybe a pickled egg or two.
Lannie: I wonder why they call it a “still” when that hooch is running right through it real lively like.
Joodles: It’s not too early for a small glass of Arbor Mist is it?
Joodles: I used to think wine was bad for me so I gave up thinking.
Lancelot: Maybe I’ll replace the chimenea with a couple of solar panels. Then I can make moonshine from sunshine. Heh, heh, I do crack myself up sometimes.
Judith: What time is it anyway?
Ruff: Should we do something?
Duff: Nah, let’s just leave out a large bowl of water and some headache pills and if things start to look grim we can fetch the old man from his doghouse.
© Judy Parsons 2018