There once was a small village with a meek clergyman. The clergyman shepherded a little church next to the cemetery atop a hill. Down from the church was a single sloping cobbled street. On both sides of the street were two rows of houses of various colors with shrubberies, and shops of all kinds of trade – all framed by tall trees on either side. It was a quiet village that led down to the Old Mill which was owned by the Mayor. The Mayor was known to visit a brothel from time to time at a nearby village across the bog. The Old Mill had a large wood crane which peered over the river. Here, the Mayor distilled his various spirits for the...