The Mowbraians of the South.

There is a tale told by Mowbraians of the south, a spirited people with an innate hunger for knowledge.  It is the tale of The Uncle and The Alc.  The Alc had long been a close confidant of The Uncle, having seen him through his unpleasant divorce; the loss of his love life, his menacing narcotic rehabilitation, his stint beneath St. Andrews street, through it all The Alc had been close to his heart.  To cure headaches in the mornings and warm the back at night, to grease the tongue in the evenings and cool the chest at noon, The Alc was there.  One morning The Uncle asked why The Alc had been so loyal?  Even though The Uncle had on many occasions turned his back on The Alc.  The Alc smiled a bright and wry smile, shook his body and took of his hat in an elaborate display of swagger and sighed, “I own you.”     

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