My Dream

Take a Breath

After assigning their punishment, Crowley released Grim and Ace from their confinement. "Off to class Trappola!" He commanded.

Ace didn't need telling twice, bolting to get away from Crowley's furious state. Crowley turned on Grim next. "And you!" Crowley said. "You will behave for the rest of the day, or else I'll turn you into a throw rug!"

Grim nodded in fear, jumping onto Gwen's shoulder. Gwen reached up to pat his head. "Miss Brookes, just continue sweeping down Main Street for now." Crowley instructed. He held out a small sac. "Here, once you're done, head by Sam's and buy some clothing. For I am gracious."

Gwen took the sack, thankful her robe came with pockets. "Thanks headmaster!"

Crowley smiled. "I can't have you walking around in just your robes, after all!" He patted her on the head. "Now back to work with you, and please, try to keep a better eye on Grim." And with that the Headmaster walked away.

Gwen sighed. "Golly, that could have been so much worse." She walked back to where she put down her broom and picked it back up, Grim trailing behind her. "C'mon Grim, let's get back to work."

"I don't wanna!" Grim complained. "It's boring."

Gwen shook her head. "Well, what if we found a way to make it fun?" She asked.

"How?" Grim asked.

"In every job that must be done, there is an element of fun." Gwen explained. "You find the fun and, snap!" She snapped her fingers for emphasis. "The jobs a game!"

"Are you about to sing?" Grim asked suspiciously.

Gwen snickered. "Trust me, Grim, this will make the job go by much faster."

"Let me find earplugs first!" Grim begged.

And every task you undertake
Becomes a piece of cake
A lark! A spree! It's very clear to see that

Gwen danced around the street, gathering all the leaves, dust and other trash into piles. Grim followed behind her, burning up the trash for her.

Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
The medicine go down-wown
The medicine go down
In a most delightful way

"This is pretty catchy actually!" Grim said. "Where'd you learn it Gwen?" He asked.

Gwen shrugged. "I don't remember." She put the broom up and picked up a rag and spray. "Let's get the statues next."

A robin feathering his nest
Has very little time to rest
While gathering his bits of twine and twig
Though quite intent in his pursuit
He has a merry tune to toot
He knows a song will move the job along
For

Gwen made her way down the statues one by one, cleaning each carefully. At this point Grim was humming along.

A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
The medicine go down-wown
The medicine go down
Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
In a most delightful way

Once she got to the charred statue of the Queen of Hearts, Gwen was especially gentle with cleaning it. Grim joined in the song, echoing some of her words.