December 24, 2013 by 250 Beers
Once upon a time there was a little Mountain Goat named Brew. She longed for a return to the Wild but could never jump high enough to clear the 8 Wired fence that had kept her enclosed in a home that she shared with her big and Burleigh captors.
Brew and Ale spent most nights on the Moor upon the Red Hill under the big, Red Oak tree (just to the yeast of the 4 Pines). The tree was home to 3 Ravens, Two Birds, a flock of Noisy Minors and numerous other Little Creatures. On clear nights, Ale would growler at the shining Moon Dog which often kept them all awake for hours. Brew was more of a Whistler and a squealer.
The pair enjoyed many Epic adventures together. Once, they found themselves adrift in a Boatrocker in the middle of a busy Harbour. They’d made it from some Stone & Wood, Six Strings and a solitary Nail. It was such a Mission to even Sail & Anchor the tricky vessel. They were rescued after Ale finally managed to drop Anchor and a rather Cavalier effort saw Brew ignite a Green Beacon to attract attention.
Another time, the twosome were strolling through the Forrest when they came across a Red Duck with a biblical name. He was in need of attention. The poor thing had become stuck in a Hawthorn bush. Brew and Ale helped free him but weren’t able to remove all of the spikes from that Busch. The duck would forever be known as Prickly Moses.
One Arvo, Brew and Ale were wandering along the Sunshine Coast along Bridge Road when they noticed how Bright the Blue Sky had become. They took a quick left turn at the Temple and headed straight for the beach. Brew splashed in the waves and swam in the Swell as Ale grabbed a stick between his sharp Monteith’s and etched Four Hearts in the sand as a show of affection towards his friend. They had a grand Old Time.
Sometimes friends argue and occasionally bicker over the silliest of things. One such time was when they fought over who had the best facial hair! Brew was proud of the little Baird under her chin whilst Ale was convinced that his Beard and Brau reigned supreme.
A year on from Brew’s escape it was Christmas again. To commemorate the anniversary of her freedom and to enjoy the festive cheer Ale arranged for their best friends to meet for a surprise party. The gathering was to be held in one of the Seven Sheds up on Hargreaves Hill.
Prickly Moses had gathered everybody from the big, Red Oak as well as a Bullant named Murray plus Hop, the White Rabbit, along with his 2 Brothers from the Grand Ridge. One notable absentee from the fun was Simba, the Lion CUB. He was off doing something else. He was always doing things differently to the rest.
And they all lived happily ever after.
~ The End ~
This rather far-fetched story features mainly Australian breweries but also includes breweries from overseas whose beers have passed my lips over the past 12 months.
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