hard cider

Hard Cider nodded to me, with a keen glance from his little, bloodshot eyes.

Hard Cider at once began on the kitchen floor, ripping up a plank to examine the timbers beneath.

I scuffed my feet in them, and even hung one from my ear, as children do, while Hard Cider regarded me scornfully.

I stepped into the house straightway, and told Hard Cider to order the trellis lumber for me.

Hard Cider came to build our pergola, and the clematis vines arrived to grow over it.