Mike Mulligan moved from village to village with his beverage Emporium.
“Mulligan’s Emporium is coming to the village!” said the folks at the market. When Mike came, it was always time to celebrate.
“Well, if it isn’t Mrs. O’Rourke. How is that leg of yours doing?” Mike would then whip up a tonic to ease the pain of what ailed them.
Mulligan’s Emporium had been coming to towns for more than eighty years. Silas Mulligan started the tradition and, when he grew too old, passed it on to his son, young Mike.
Most folks didn’t care what the naysayers claimed about Mike’s cures. They knew the alcohol in the tonics made them feel spry, and they liked it.
Even the wise women would get a batch made for their clients. They said Mike had a way with the potions and left it there.
Cleopatra pulled the cart and was part of the Emporium’s magic. Mike found her abandoned as a newborn and raised her, not realizing how big she would get.
Cleopatra had made the route so often that Mike sat back and let her do the driving. He fiddled a merry melody to keep her happy.
“One of these days, I’m gonna retire like my daddy did. I can’t seem to find the time to do it,” Mike would say.
Folks hope that time is a long way off. When Mulligan’s Emporium comes to town, it’s a magical time for young and old alike.
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