Stock to Frogmorton

After a nice bit o' fish from the river, I continued westwise to pass the news to Ponto at the Log, I'd never hear the end of it if wee Grubb knew something he didn't. Ponto made sure I tasted his Toad's Tongue ale, he thinks it'll win the Four Farthings but it's an acquired taste, not my cup of toad if you know what I mean.