and the faery finagled it open.
She stood there avaping an iodine herbal
exhaling its gasses all swirly and purple.
She asked what he needed and realized at once,
without drugs he had lost all his ick.
a mint Grendel eagerly sucked.
“My dill” she complained, “went and pickled itself.
I shouldn't have left it alone on this shelf.
And I can't understand what my thistle's been thinking.”
(Her herbs possessed minds of their own.)
and the hellion came back to life.
He mumbled his payment must wait 'till the knight
had produced him a check for his role in the fight.
So she cut off a chunk of his cheek for downpayment;
the slome barely felt it peel off.
and demanded her share of the proceeds.
But Grendel decided he'd had it with humans
their soaps and colognes made him sick to his rumens.
So Dwenndis could fly out Hymm's way on her broom ends
and pick up the money herself.
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