by Philip Jones
Once upon a time, years and years ago, in a land far, far away, while undertaking archeological research in the middle of a dark, dense forest, I stumble across the abandoned site of a previously unknown community. On the ruins of one structure, there is a sign with a peculiar message, difficult to decipher. A team of linguistic experts provide this interpretation:
“REG FOR TOY”? Research revealed that Reg, short for Reginaldo, was the manager of this ancient facility. He was in favour of providing each child with a toy on April 7. Othings Ale, as we all know, is still brewed in Britain. This was for the parents. At the Pre-School Rorams, where the kids were free to make as much noise as they wanted, the parents would not mind a bit, thanks to the soothing influence of Othings Ale.
