Welcome to the “Blackbird Tavern at the Woodpile”. I own
this famous watering hole. My friends call me Blackie. Take a seat while I get
things ready for the big St. Patrick’s Day celebration. I am just setting out
the snacks. I better taste a few to make sure they are fresh. This is a
discerning crowd, they don’t like sunflower seeds past their expiration date.
Here comes Bushy. He likes to give you the impression he is
a beer expert. Here he is giving our finest ale the “sniff test.” Next, he will
give the suds the “lick test.”
[Bushy] “My good friend Chippy is fast asleep in his burrow.
So I have to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day without him. I thought I would drink a
beer for him. At the woodpile, we have a long standing tradition. There is only
one right way to drink beer.”
[Bushy] “Are you ready? … Drum roll please …On the count of
three, let’s dive into the beer head first! That’s some head of suds! Wow!”
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