A Stronger Potion
"Oh, let's go!" Timothy exclaimed.
The three young royals led Timothy straight to Amy's workshop.
Timothy followed the threesome to his sister's workshop but soon became very sleepy and fell to the floor outside Amy's workshop.
Amy was working on transfiguring a mouse into a wineglass when she heard the crash from outside her door.
Amy raced out of her workshop, "What on earth is going on here?" she demanded to know.
"Sir O'Toole got tired on the way up here and fell asleep again." Akilah told Amy.
"Quick! Hurry," Amy said to the three royal children. "bring him inside! I'll have him fixed up good as new!"
Layla, Rashid, and Akilah quickly brought Timothy into Amy's workshop.
Timothy just sighed a serene sigh.
"We're inside, now what?" Rashid asked.
"Now, we have to make him drink this potion I made." Amy explained to Rashid.
"But he's a heavy sleeper!" Layla observed.
"That's right," Akilah agreed. "how will we ever get him to open his mouth so he can drink it?"
"I have an idea," Rashid said. "follow my lead, Layla."
"Right." Layla said to Rashid.
Rashid and Layla started to tickle Timothy who laughed like crazy.
"Now's your chance, Miss Amy," Akilah called. "make Sir O'Toole drink the potion! Make him open his eyes!"
Amy forced the potion down her younger brother's throat.
Timothy's eyes shot open at long last.
Timothy began coughing up soot as well as some of his own blood.
"Wow! That new dose is powerful!" Timothy exclaimed.
Layla, Amy, and Akilah all noticed soot and pools of Timothy's blood on the floor of Amy's workshop.
"Perhaps it is a little too powerful, Miss Amy." Akilah observed.
"What do you mean?" Amy asked Akilah.
"Look around," Layla said firmly to Amy. "there's blood and soot all over the floor!"
"You're right," Amy said to Layla. "I guess I had better adjust the potion's formula now huh?"
"Did you forget to add something to your potion, Amy?" Timothy asked.
"I guess I had forgotten to add the essence of mandrake root and the raspberries." Amy admitted, blushing slightly.