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BanaBatGirl
Once on the ground, Bunz dusted her hands off and came over to stand by Truebridge. "Before we continue the lesson into the Shrieking Shack...." she cleared her throat. "I believe you all have some jars of dung. Would someone like to step forward and demonstrate how to apply the dung around Ms. Willow's base? Don't forget to speak to the tree politely, now...."
Crap.
No. Really.
Jake was only glad the pot he hsad brought with him as now sitting some way away, where he had left it earlier. That way he didn't have to faint at the suggestion... fake or otherwise.
But... would they make him?
"P'fessor..." Jake started quietly, not knowing who he was speaking to or what he would say. He was pale, his eyes were wide and his hair stuck to his forehead in perspiration. He felt queasy... but not sick. He just... didn't like this one bit.