 urine trouble | Pat's Strong Confident Other Half | Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse
Phillip eyed the list on the blackboard. EYED IT. Especially the parts about manure. Soil was DISGUSTING. If Myers thought that he was going to go anywhere NEAR any of the manures, he was wrong. W R O N G.
He was, however, going to get the wooden thing up from the front.
So, getting up, the first year headed over to grab himself a crate before heading back towards his desk again. The first step was prettyyyyy simple so the boy wasn't complaining just yet. The gloves were strapped on because, well, he wasn't going to get any of this stuff on his HANDS. Once that was done, he grabbed a whole BUNCH of soil and dumped it into his crate, patting it down as he went along. Dump and pat, dump and pat..........
............. Was this enough? No? Let's continue.
Once the crate was filled roughly halfway up, Phillip gave the soil a last few pats. Was it too much? Too little? Eh. Only Merlin knew at this point.
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