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George and Sabra

Because our experimental engine suddenly blew up, we spend a few days cutting ourselves out from the tangled wreckage and rescuing supplies of single malt from the shattered tanks.  This is a very irritating delay and, lost and parlously behind schedule, we quickly refresh ourselves with what remains of the Vintage Tomatin, Glen Scotia, Miltonduff, Bruichladdich and Strathisla Special Reserve, then stagger to the nearest town to get directions. 

Reaching a township, we are delighted to bump into our old friends, George and Sabra, with a surprisingly odd-looking horse.

Professor Humperdink’s Diary