Gnomes – Poteen 7

Big Brenda decided to investigate the mysterious goings on behind the compost. The smell almost beat her back, but she was made of stern stuff. Pushing her way past the terrible trio she found herself in the presence of an old margarine tub in which something was heaving and bubbling and emitting a smell guaranteed to turn even the strongest stomach. Keeping a firm hold on her breakfast she grabbed Oisin in passing and dragged him protesting in her wake.
“What the frag is that?”
“It’s fermenting potato. For the poteen.”
“Get rid of it.”
“But Bertha.”
“Bury it. Today!”

©jj 2022

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