Munter’s Blinding Cider

…sudden froideur, and a biting wind whipped up the cardboard detritus from the gutters, and sent the empty cider cans rattling across the pavements, and sooth it was very much as though the plague Meltemi blew then through that dismal place. Solomon and Hieronymus, shivering both and wretched, slunk through the front gate of Lady Snatch’s castle, and over a front lawn, the sparsely-grassed nature of which had been thoughtfully…

There ensued as they dranque their Munter’s Blinding Cider and their Special Brew a period of silence, which discombobulated those normally voluble folk. It seemed much as if the miasma from the mushroom cloud would not ever dissipate, but settled over the gathering and loitered nefariously about orifices and pores and bronchioles, and clogged up thoughts and the apertures by which thoughts were vented. Eventually, some throats were quite forcibly…

After some twenty minutes of this carousal, the Munter’s Blinding Cider began to work its inexorable magic; most especially upon the wizard Solomon, inasmuch as he was in the company there present the individual most partial to that particular source of refreshment.

Mr Hawksmoor Perroquet, who had taken a quantity of Munter’s Blinding Cider and was as flushed as an African Grey parrot ever can be, grunted, and muttered something snide under his breath about foundlings being foisted upon a fellow.