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A Social Experiment?
Outside the pub, chilled twilight is settling around the glen. The pub chimney allows lazy smoke to rise and wander off. The diurnal creatures of the forest head toward their respective homes for the night, while the nocturnal ones are rising, yawning and sniffing the air to gauge the mood of the forest. The pub itself is cozily lit, amber light shining from the windows. Inside, the hearth is…
From everyone at the pub Happy Holidays! Wizzle says: Stay safe, la!
Larry's Learning Curve
It is a cold, wintry night at the pub. Snow blankets everything in sight. Somewhere in the little glade, a gecko freezes stiff and drops out of the tree it is climbing. Inside the pub, though, it’s lively and bright. Sprinkles’ hindquarters bounce to the jaunty music, while Hugo—at his customary bar stool nearest the door—taps one paw to the beat. Heddy’s heads, all four of them, weave back and…
Booze Before Grooves
It’s the one day a month Sprinkles Mystic Pub goes dark: Inventory Day.The blue neon sign — usually buzzing like a caffeinated beetle — sits unlit, a dull outline against the window. A crooked placard hangs on the front door, the word CLOSED scrawled across it with the energy of someone who meant it. Inside, the pub is dim and still, save for Lionel Richie crooning Hello softly from the jukebox…
For those of you who celebrate, Happy Thanksgiving! For those of you who don't, have a great freakin' day!!
This post is dedicated to the beautiful soul who told me a little ancient Egypt was missing from the blog. Here's to you!