In Goffstown, a teller prefaced his story by saying he’d heard this from his grandfather in his formative years – when he believed everything Grampa said.
Grampa took out his flask, sprinkled a few drops of spirits on the snake’s mouth, and, sure enough, the snake released the frog, which Grampa put on his hook for more fishing.
A little
while later, he felt a gentle poke on his ankle. It was the snake. Back with
another frog.
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