Moonshine Tales

On the shelf of the village shop, hidden away among mousetraps and packets of rat-poison, lay a small wooden box, covered with a trellis patterned paper, like the wallpaper in a doll's house. A hook and eye kept the box tightly shut, and what ever was inside hadn't seen daylight for many months, for a thick layer of dust lay over it like a blanket. Tony spied it on its high shelf, and asked Mrs. Mothersill to reach it down for him to see. She fetched a step-ladder, with complains of her rheumatism, and grumbled at the nuisance of little boys who wanted things out of reach instead of being content with those on the counter. She lifted down the box, blew away the dust, wiped the lid on her apron, and undid the catch...

Some moonshine tales Pg. 68
By Alison Uttley

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