Knowledge: The Undeniable Truth
“Strange looking apples,” says Jim.
“But perfect for the competition.” Every villager must take part… even me, a newcomer.
Jim frowns. “Gareth always wins. Some years, I don’t know how.”
“Bribery,” I don’t say.
* * * * *
Judges sample the brews, nodding sagely. Gareth’s entry is good this year but, inevitably, still loses to mine.
Naturally: my ‘apples’ were picked from the Tree of Knowledge, so everyone, even the bribed, can’t deny that my effort out-ciders Gareth’s.
