The bunny twitched his nose and gave her a baleful look.
Darn it. Money, not bunny.
The old kitchen was hot from the fire. Harriet waved the smelly fumes away and wiped the perspiration from her forehead. Charred and tattered, her sleeve left a streak of soot on her face. She turned the book and re-read the spell:
Two eyelashes from a Pekin duck and the snout of a dead trout. Bring to bubbling boil, remove immediately from heat, stirring in a - rats! A gold feather - not an old feather.
Well, this wasn't going to work - that was the last of the eyelashes. Now what?
She needed cash - not the least of which was to get some more eyelashes.
She eyed the bunny, thinking. He eyed her back, not liking what she was thinking...
to be continued