Fee, Fo, Fum, I Smell The Blood Of A Slayer by Manchester
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Her face a thunderous mask of fury, Faith handed Dawn the shovel and grimly pointed down the street to where the size 120-ZZZZ shoes rested, toes pointed upwards. Dolefully carrying her digging implement, the younger Summers sister slunk off in the indicated direction, while Faith herself stalked towards the house.
Sitting on the ground and leaning back against the stump of the immense beanstalk that had been frantically chopped through several minutes ago, an exhausted Xander knew exactly where the Boston-born Slayer was going and what the woman would do when she got there. Frankly, he totally agreed with the new addition Faith would put on the list:
‘Trade Faith’s motorcycle for three magic beans.’