There is always a glow about Scientist’s house. It’s a small space, only a few rooms or so. (The glow is usually green, by the way and along the road.)
Scientist loved—and maybe still loves—using poison ivy juice. “It cures everything,” he once said.
One day, there was a soft knock, followed by a hard knock, followed by a regular knock, on Scientist’s door.
“Oh, goody goody,” Scientist said happily as he moved towards the door. “Maybe I can test this new potion I’m concocting!”
He opened the door with a fell swoop. Or something like that, I suppose.
Schwarz Tauptinker was standing there. “Chickit,” Schwarz said. “You really swung that door open, tell you what!”
“Won’t you come in?”
“Nah.” Schwarz shook his head. “I’ve just come to borrow milk.”
“This is not good, good,” Scientist returned. “Did you bring money?”
“Nah,” Schwarz said, shaking his head again. “‘Cause don’t I know you’ll give it to me for free?”
And this is what Scientist was thinking. In truth, he does think this wickedly, I fear:
This fellow will never drink the potion I’ve just concocted. But…if I put the potion in the milk…he won’t know that he’s drinking it. And once he drinks it, I’ll see if this lizard potion is successful.
Schwarz interrupted the rest of his thoughts. “It’s weird you just stand there, thinking and staring ahead.”
“I’ll get your milk.”
And Scientist disappeared.
He returned moments later.
“Here you go.”
And Schwarz left. Scientist followed—at a distance.
Schwarz walked for some time, before stopping at a park bench.
Daddy Salami was sitting on the park bench.
“Ya brought me milk, I see,” Salami said, chuckling.
And Schwarz handed Daddy Salami the milk.