Ch. 5.3 — On the way home from the Tulgey Wood, Fritter saw something gleaming beneath a tree. He stepped off the path, brushed the leaves away, and found a small green bottle of liquid. The label was faded with age and a few letters were missing. At the moment it said “ART REMOV” which Fritter was pretty sure meant Fart Remover. He opened the top and sniffed it, and wrinkled up his nose.
“Ew. It smells bad enough.”
The trolls had invaded Nelsonia in Fritter’s grandfather’s time, and they had been especially gassy. One of the witches had invented something to clear the air, and it had been very popular back then, even after King Frederick and his forces had driven the trolls out.
Fritter put the cap back on and shook the bottle. It was more than half full. “Well, you never know when it might come in handy.” He put the bottle in his pocket.
He glanced uneasily around. No, he didn’t have to worry. Even with Jay acting so depressed, the kingdom was safe. Right?
Just then a couple of Borogoves squawked from a tree overhead.
“Oh dear, oh dear,” said Fritter.
When he got home, Fritter hid the green bottle in his satchel, but he took a jar of the Miracle Mix into Jay’s treasure room.
“Sire, I have something that might help.” Fritter applied the ointment to Jay’s hand and bound it in a clean bandage. “How does that feel?”
Jay sighed. “Better. I guess.” He closed his eyes. “Don’t bother cooking tonight. I’m not hungry.”
“Sire, a Bandersnatch raided Toffee Village last night.”
“I don’t care.” The dragon’s tone was flat and lifeless.
Fritter went away very troubled.