At the start of a new age, in the land of Excess, a great debate was raging which was causing great stress.

The River Ale in the woodlands of the Bark-Deer ran dry, and the creatures of the wood soon began to cry.

So, a council of Moss-Fairies were hastily beckoned, to debate the drought for all but a second.

Answers were sought, and many theories were banished, but none could determine how the river had vanished.

Then one of the elders, with a hiccup and a stagger, flung open his mossy arms and announced with a swagger…

‘Well it’s partly our fault, for over-drinking in December, this can’t happen again and we must all remember…

…We should of thought of the all, and not just the many, as not everyone benefits from a dry January.’