
The man had been looking forward to this. It looked smooth, refreshing. A beer. He admired the head, the golden hued richness. With great anticipation he put the beer to his lips. And was aghast! Water passed his lips! What means of witchery had been concocted here? He put the glass of water down and inspected the colour again. It was gold. It looked like beer. Once more he put it to his lips. Water! Carbonated water! The image of two beers sitting side by side popped into his head, inexplicably. He drank the water. The beer. The golden water.
That night, as the man got into bed, something strange happened. As if in a dream, a desert pocket mouse hopped onto his pillow and whispered, softly, into his ear:
"what would a 5/5 beer taste like?"
2 beer






