Ravings of a Textual Deviant

“Eye of newt, toe of frog—” Eldest chanted sonorously.

“Are you sure it’s not eye of frog, toe of newt?” Middle butted in.

“Newt doesn’t rhyme with dog,” Youngest pointed out.

“What?”

“The next two ingredients are wool of bat, tongue of dog.”

“That can’t be right…bats don’t have wool,” Middle insisted.

“That’s the way mom always made it.”

“Fine talk from one who can’t boil water!”

“It takes more than just a ‘bubble, bubble, toil and trouble;’ it takes work…something else you know nothing about,” Middle’s voice climbed with each word.

“We should’ve just gotten takeout,” Youngest muttered.

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