Section 4.1 of the Decisions Beer Garden, where the Tragic Truffle is a tale of love, loss, and hops.
It was a dark and stormy night, and in the depths of our beer cellar, a young truffle named Truffles lived and loved. Truffles was the prized possession of our head brewer, Brewster, who treated it with love and care.
Truffles spent its days rolling around in the cellar, surrounded by the rich aromas of fermented grains and the soft glow of our beer lights. But one fateful night, disaster struck. Our cellar cat, Mr. Meowz, decided to have a little 'fun' with Truffles.
As the sun rose over the horizon, Truffles was nowhere to be found. The cellar was in shambles, the hops were in disarray, and the brewer was beside himself with grief.
May Truffles' memory live on, a cautionary tale of what happens when you leave your precious truffle unattended in a beer cellar.
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