::the sounds of bottles clanking and the aroma of pies and meats fills the air::
hmmm looks a bit different but feels the same...
::the old man pulls from his cart a sign marked "Grampa Ranar's Kick-a-poo Joy Juice" and hangs it on the cart::
Step up, something for everyone, drinks on the house...
::smiling the old man leans back and lights up his pipe and wonders when his son Keelarr will arrive::