It was a warm, shiny morning. The birds were chirrping, and the monsters were at bay. It was on rare occasion that this happened, especially in the kingdom of Valentrol. It was also the day an unlucky alchemist took pick at a spoiled mandrake.
"Need to hurry, need to hurry." The alchemist said looking in the field of mandrakes along side a dog. The alchemist had been ordered by the king to have a youth potion ready by tomorrow morning and if it wasn't ready by then he would be thrown into the dungeon.
"Oh here is a good mandrake." The alchemist said tying a rope to the mandrake and the other to the dog.
"Ok sit, sit good," the alchemist ordered, "stay, stay." He then began walking a far distance to be safe from the mandrake's shriek. He had walked about twenty feet away and plugged his ears.
"Come dog!" The alchemist ordered. The dog ran towards the alchemist with the mandrake tailing behind.
"What, why didn't the mandrake shriek!" The alchemist complained. He gave it some thought and he knew exactly how to awaken the mandrake. He took the plant and the dog back to Valentrol where he conducted his studies.
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The Mute Mandrake
Short StoryAn alchemist was harvesting mandrakes when he had noticed something odd about a particular one. The mandrake had not shrieked. Not only was he stuck with a dog, but he didn't have a mandrake's voice to complete an urgent potion he needed to be compl...
