The New Brew

It was news all over the village to those in the know. The village brewer had added a new brew to her menu. And it was proving to be a hit. It was a bit pricey, taking a better part of a day’s earnings out of one’s pocket but...for saliva's sake!...was it worth it!

He worked hard that day at his sand dredging labour, determined to make more than normal so that he could sample the new brew that evening.

So the day passed and evening came when the cattle, tired and exhausted from a day of eating and moving from place to place to eat some more, walk into the kraals and the dogs find comfy nooks and curl up, always alert for the odd bit of bone thrown their way and the chickens quieten down their incessant pecking at the ground and the children gather round the fireplace as the mothers cook the evening meal and the men of the village gather at the village brewer’s to slack the thirst scratching in their throats.

The new brew was the star, of course, and he was delighted with it. He ordered gourd after gourd. And the night deepened and soon it was time when the gathered men started dispersing, each to his home. He did the same and stumbled home singing his heart out on the way.

Well, he got lost but he didn’t know he was lost. So let’s go with him as he stumbles and staggers and sings and talks to himself and laughs at his own wonderful jokes. Let’s go with him as he says, ‘Ah! Finally home!’ Let’s go with him as he enters and sits down and makes himself comfortable and starts calling for his wife to bring him his evening meal.

Let’s see him work himself up as she does not answer. Let’s see him make such a cacophony of noise that the villagers are roused from their slumber and start flocking in the direction of the noise. To the village church where they find him yelling at the top of his voice for his evening meal…

Peculiar News Compilation
'The Telling Is Mine; The Story Is Not'
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