Far from the stable, something was brewing; it had the distinct smell of yeast, grains, hops, and water. Within the caldron these four ingredients were starting to bubble as another batch of Wytch’s Wonder Wyne, was getting ready for home delivery.
Gwen Gilstrop, the local wise woman and wytch, turned to Torreya, the Talking Tree, her simple request was for this babbling Boobialla, to sample her sapling. Torreya, much like its sister Toona, started swearing (they are Boobialla’s after all), and it is a little-known fact that trees are not much for alliterations, (they are allergic).
As the caldron’s contents condensed, and the swearing became more of a slurring, Gwen knew that her brew, had got the trees stewed, and was ready to be shipped out. It was upon the return from her last delivery, Gwen could hear sounds of moaning, groaning, and glee, (other law firms are available).
Curiosity, much like her cat could get her killed, but none the less she had to peak; so carefully and cautiously, like a drunken sailor, slamming doors quietly as they fall down the stairs, Gwen peered around the stable door and exclaimed in sheer shock, at what she saw.
The sheer terror of the sight had aged the poor girl, and the fright brought out her beard. Upon Gwen’s return home, her parents knew it was time for the ‘talk’ (the last time they tried, Gwen learnt about the potency of breads). They knew that they would need to explain about, boys, beards, and demons.