Don't Mess with Curses

How not to Handle Inverse Grass and how to handle it's side effects

Dipper's pov

          that night, as Mabel and I layed in bed, the curiosity of what would happen should someone come in contact with the Inverse Grass, was eating me alive and I could also see, that it was doing the the same too Mabel. 

        "Hey, Mabel, do you think that we should do something about how we just left a bush of cursed flowers with an unknown effects out in the forest for anyone to just come by and just get cursed?"

         "Yeah probably, but, what are we gonna do about it?" She replied continuing blowing a scrap of old notebook paper in the air while laying on her bed and staring aimlessly at the ceiling.

          "We could just burn it?"

         "Nah. I'm all for fire but this is too cool for burning. We could put it in the stream thing next too it?"

        "But the curse will transfer."

       "Honestly Dipper who else even goes back there besides us, our friends, who, would be with us, and Stan, who never goes back there? Like never."

      "Ok fair point. Then tomorrow we'll do that. Good night."

      "Night, Dipper. I'm really tired."

       "I'm not really surprised, you didn't get too much sleep last night."

        "Yeah," she said turning off the lights.

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          The next day, we got up and followed the same routine as yesterday. The only difference was, Mabel's sweater.  Today it was aqua with green stars. We walked outside and took the same place as yesterday. 

         "So," asked Mabel, "how should we do this?" I could tell that she slept well that night, just from how less tired she sounded.

           "Uhhh just kick them in?" 

           She shrugged, "meh, sure. Sounds good. As long as we keep our shoes on."

          So we got together work. First we had too find where the ones that we had pulled off yesterday. This was frustrating because one of them had blown away by wind in the opposite direction of where it needed too go. This made kicking it close enough for us too safely get in the river, extremely difficult. Therefore, in the end, I began to get sloppy. But I thought I did fine. Then the actual bush. We knew which ones had been activated, because of the purple misty smoke like gas flowing out of the buds. So after we ran around looking for a rock sharp enough too cut them off, which we didn't find, we resorted too using my pocket knife.  That work well enough, but still was frustrating. I set the knife down on the ground and we began too kick the flowers into the river.

             I watched as the flowers bobbed down the calm stream and the become submerged when they hit a slight water fall. I pulled a granola bar out of my bag and tossed one too Mabel and ripped open mine. 

Stan's pov 

           Those kids hadn't been back for lunch, and in was 2:30. Needless too say, I was worried. I decided that, sense it was such a slow business day, I'd send Wendy out too go look for them at. 2:45. I figured that she wouldn't really care as long as I payed her. It became 2:45 nothing. 3:00 still nothing. 

          "Wendy."

          "Yeah," see looked up from her magazine.

          "I need you too go look for Dipper, and Mabel, in the woods instead of reading your magazine and doing nothing. Yes, you will be payed."