Gwendolyn the Red Doctor

Remember how I had begun the bad process of mingling my mystic wastes with my physical?

Well, I was cleaning dishes after breakfast (she never did ask what happened to the second chicken) when Wendi stormed in. She glared at me for a few seconds.

"Where are your ears?" she asked.

"These holes here and here." I said, sensing her irritation but having no means of locating the cause.

"How am I to grab hold of those and drag you to the scene of your crimes?"

I set the dishes down gently. "Which crimes am I accused of?"

"There are spirits, trapped in the midden house, screaming for help."

"I fail to see how that is my crime. Why are spirits... oh."

I saw it.

"Oh?"

"I see how this is my mess to clean up."

"Bwaagh! What are your DOING?"

"Lowering the back of my pants."

"WHY?"

I touched a finger to one of my spinnerets and began to pull forth a length of silk.

"That is not natural." Wendi said.