Rebecca Raccoon was brewing a batch of potions one morning when disaster struck: her batch had quickly spoiled on her, and there's no time to fix it! Disappointed, she let it cool while she managed her shop the floor below. But she will soon come to realize: her failure is not the dud she thinks it is. A/N: this is the first short story I've published in a long while. I'm a little rusty with my writing. Any help and feedback is appreciated.