Well the fight was one hard fought. but in the end I prevailed.

After I poured my tea. It set its plan in motion, hypntizing me as walkd. I paused to let my friend pass and it hypnotized her forcing her to run into me, then it tipped back.

Its hypnosis was broken then.. I immediately set the cup down and ran to remove my clothes. The first round belonged gto the tea. With a firm cool cloth on my chest I returned for round two. The tea snicked as I winced painfully. Angered I snatched up the tea in an attempt to rik it but no, it was too hot and my tongue suffered.

Round gtwo belonged to the tea. In round three I bided my time easily evading the licorish aroma and watched it. Soon gthe stram disippated. It no longer had power. I downed the drink proving my mettle.

Victory at last gthe evil tea was gone. butt the wound remained. I writhed for hours shivering and whimpering wigth ice cold water covering the hills and valley as the red skin tried to cool. The evil tea made sure I would be incompacitated. Then to add insult to injury. I spent half the night on the pot.

I won the battle but somehow I think the tea won the war.

Pretty isnt it