Merna reached into her rucksack and pulled out a jar filled with thick, brown liquid. “Spiced Boggle poo. Fresh. Collected it myself just a few weeks ago from Boggle Hole.” She opened the jar. “Should bring him around. Be right as rain.”
Max, Milo and the twins grimaced at one another and shuddered. It hadn’t been that long since Milo was caught in Boggle Hole. They covered their faces and eyed him, but he shook his head. “I don’t even want to know.”
Merna placed the cover on the ground and sniffed the contents of the jar. “That’ll put hair on your chest. Anyone else want a sniff?” She held it out, but was met with groans and a few gags. The air around them soon smelled like dirty socks, rotten food and most likely a list of other things no one wanted to know about. Merna stirred the liq
