I came upon the cottage one cloudy moonlit night. A yellow light shone from the window, yet I knew it to be abandoned. I got off my horse, and walked up the steps to the door.
Suddenly, the light went out.
“Hello! Who’s there!” I shouted though I knew not why.
I pushed at the door and found it oddly open. So, I proceeded to walk cautiously into the room.There, on the old scarred hard-wood table was a bottle. I picked it up and took a whiff.
“My oh my…someone’s made some pretty fine moonshine!” I whispered.
“Aye, and I did! Finest usquebae ta be found!” replied a craggy voice.
The bottle fell from my hand.
“Ach laddie, dae be careful! Me spirits been here nigh 100 years…”
And so I knew how the McCloud’s secret moonshine formula lived on.
(*whiskey as it was known in 1715)