Slub Glub came back to the coven of witches, who had now gathered around Willowmina and were trying to set fire to her with their torches, which had somehow been relit with the hyena butter. Willowmina blew the torches out by waving her branches around, which had the beneficial side effect of knocking the witches down again. Slub Glub walked over to the witch that had tried to turn him into a toad.
“Tell me, mystic lady, why are you riding around on these hyenas, and why are you hypnotizing them into laughing at everyone?”
“Goblin! I’ll banish you to the nether realms!” was her reply, and she pulled a gnarled old wooden wand from inside her natty dress. Waving it wildly towards Slub Glub, she recited this incantation:
Oh putridious fumescense and mottled bottles,
I doom your bones to dry rot and potholes!
The night is a mouth that will swallow you whole
Leaving you shiftless and fruitless in bowl.
Lichen and fungus will grow on your surface
Good riddance to you, oh blue shaded bug face~
Slub Glub liked the poem, and did a bit of a jig while she was reciting it, but didn’t feel particularly banished, and was starting to lose interest in the situation when the hyena that he had been talking to earlier spoke up.
“I think the reason they’re riding us around at night and having us make such a ruckus is that they’re trying to scare away the ghosts,”
“Oh, that makes sense,” Slub Glub replied.
To be continued.
Table of Contents: “Slub Glub in the Weird World of the Weeping Willows”
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