Mother Brewer stood before her cauldron and stirred the mash. She was the product of five generations of ale-wives, and her beer was the best in a hundred miles.
She had made a good living until the innkeepers and merchants scared off most of her customers by spreading rumors that she was a witch. She still needed to feed her family, so they ‘generously’ agreed to buy her stock at half the usual price.
The brew was ready. Mother Brewer grinned wickedly as she poured the glowing amber liquid into kegs. Those fools would regret just how right they were.

Today’s image is “Antique Wooden Beer Mug” by Thomas Quine, shared under a Creative Commons, Attribution 2.0 Generic License.

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