“This one’s relatively tame,” commented Nightshade. “All you have to do is cut her toenails, Lemon. Simple.”
Lemon groaned. “Have you seen Princess Terrett’s toenails? They have about thirty years of grime and muck stuck under them AND they’re about six inches long. And all fragile and yellow and cracked. It’s a method of torture!”
Froggy looked shocked. She had made the mistake of visualizing Lemon’s description.
Nightshade snorted. “Use garden shears. You won’t have to get close and you won’t have to dig around in all the filth. If she complains tell her there weren’t any rules on what tool to use. Just make sure you don’t give her anything to complain about.”
”We have gardening shears?” Lemon asked in disbelief.
”Lemon,” Froggy said, “Me and Nightshade use them for trimming the hedge. They’re in very good condition! We use them all the time, how do you not know that they exist?”
”He hates dirt and therefore anything that grows in the dirt. You should of course know that’s a logical fallacy.” Nightshade said sourly. “This is, however, beside the point. The gardening shears are in the shed, get them and go cut a princess’s toenails.”
”Uh, yeah. One small problem,” said Lemon.
”What is it?” Froggy asked.
”Where’s the shed?”
Froggy and Nightshade stared at Lemon in disbelief.
”Have you never been in the garden before?” Nightshade asked. “The shed, you can’t really miss it.”
Lemon, after much searching, found the shed (and garden shears) and went to cut Princess Terrett’s toenails. Princess Terrett was just glad she could manipulate an idiot into cutting her toenails for her so she didn’t have to do it herself.
”One more task checked off the list!” Froggy commented.