It took a week before Lord Death came to your home. He understood your fear of coming to school stuck in your fox form.
"Hey, hello, hiya!" he greeted happily.
You stood from the couch and trotted over to him. "What do you have for me?"
He held out a tiny vial of potion. "I have three different ones that could work, but they must be taken at certain times. There shouldn't be any adverse side effects....Anyway, this one must be taken at precisely four o'clock. It's 3:59 right now."
The statement made you snatch the vial from Lord Death's hand and pop the cork out with your teeth. You held the potion carefully in your paws and waited.
"Three, two, one, now!" Lord Death ordered.
You quickly gulped the potion and waited. The only thing that happened was a very loud, very obvious fart - from you.
"Hmm. That's odd," Lord Death murmured.
Another fart ruptured from your behind. "I thought you said there wouldn't be any side effects!" you accused.
"Well, it doesn't hurt, does it?"
"No," you adm