Well folks, its finally happened. I have the words for Wednesday at my fingertips but somehow the message is just not getting to my brain. I got nothin'. I have an immense void where my brain used to be. Not plausible you say? Oh yes, plausible, possible and definite. Rather than garble away and not make any sense I simply bow to the Granny. I am done. Or undone. My elan has fled. It is dead.
here's a ps.....
I DID come up with something after all
"A toothsome treat." the demon hissed.
Grace smiled secure in the knowledge the diminution would start immediately both in size and capabilities.
The creatures loathsome vernacular movements were sickening to watch.
"You created pandemonium in my garden." Grace said, "I couldn't tolerate that. There had to be repercussions."
"So you arbitrarily took action?" the demon temporised, his brain scrambling in all directions for a solution. Unfortunately his speech was garbled sounding more like squeaking thanks to the power of the potion he had ingested.
"It seemed plausible." Grace smiled. The demon raised an immense wail, surprising since he was now the size of a mouse.
With one perfunctory motion Grace dropped it into a small cage. Handing it to Estelle she said, "Take him to where the path bifurcates at the entrance to the Dark Wood and release him. If he chooses well he will live, if not, he'll make an excellent lunch for our friend Screech."
Phew....I did it.