A short story

If his little brother wasn't too busy listening to his favourite Charlotte Church album in the next room, he may have wondered why Ric was carrying a metal bowl, an industrial sized sieve, a secure plastic flask, and a bin bag up two flights of stairs. He may have also wondered why every available window was open on the top two floors of the house, and why there was a large fan near this equipment, on a setting so strong that within 5 minutes the local hang gliding club had set up in the back garden.

Pruno, yes, Pruno, was about to be born.