The landlord, whose name was Skiller, found himself looking directly down at a small child who seemed to be squinting.
‘What?’ he said.
‘Milk,’ said the child, still focusing furiously. ‘You get it out of goats. You know?’
Skiller sold only beer, which his customers claimed he got out of cats. (ER)
‘What?’ he said.
‘Milk,’ said the child, still focusing furiously. ‘You get it out of goats. You know?’
Skiller sold only beer, which his customers claimed he got out of cats. (ER)
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