Wendy and the Purple Potion
“I…I…swallowed it all, Matt,” she rasped before I could say anything. “Your pur..pur..pur…ple potion. T-took it h-h-home. S..S…S…pol…o…oh, God,…gize. I’m sorry…” her voice was suddenly drowned out by a loud, gutteral, moan.
“You did WHAT?” I shouted in a voice of pure horror. “Dear God. Wendy, tell me where you are right now?