Apple Day

As a local piss-artist, I’ve been appointed as a judge to taste some of our town’s finest apples. I met a friend on the green where a whole day of apple-themed events were planned; such as the orchard’s tale and the apple Olympics. They’re running slightly behind schedule and we’re told that there’s only six ciders to sample so we buy some cider as we wait for our turn to start. We’re then told that world has got out that the judges have arrived so that by the time we’re ready to commence, the number of ciders has climbed to 22. Some were very nice, and some had added other spirits to make them stronger, while others still were just rank. I wondered if some were joke beverages that we were forced to drink. Naturally, this meant that some of the ciders had the same average score, so when it came to choosing the winners, we’d narrowed it down to a list of six which meant that a second round of judging was necessary. Luckily there were some hotdogs nearby to soak up the juice!