A cool, quiet wind blows across the late afternoon silence of mid-town Bree. The last of the winter hickory will burn this week in some homes. There is a smell of tree flowers in the air as Spring trots up the old Southern Road. Almost 700 folks, inhabit the village of Bree. There are travellers, strangers even, but not for long. Mr. Muir, the local black smith is fixing the old town well. It is hard to believe, after all these years, the old contraption can still supply the needs of a town this size! Most will drink ale and warm cider tonight, but there will be water available for cleaning pots and pans after a good hearty dinner. 
Monday, April 9, 2007
Mr. Muir Repairs Old Town Well
A cool, quiet wind blows across the late afternoon silence of mid-town Bree. The last of the winter hickory will burn this week in some homes. There is a smell of tree flowers in the air as Spring trots up the old Southern Road. Almost 700 folks, inhabit the village of Bree. There are travellers, strangers even, but not for long. Mr. Muir, the local black smith is fixing the old town well. It is hard to believe, after all these years, the old contraption can still supply the needs of a town this size! Most will drink ale and warm cider tonight, but there will be water available for cleaning pots and pans after a good hearty dinner.
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