The Morning Grind

Early in the morn', I was manning the grindmill... T'was creaking all wicked. I pushed harder — something blocked the mill. To my horror, some fool had climbed inside, buried by roots! His body was swollen and bloated. The juice of the plant flesh leaked from his lips. I fished out what was left of 'im and brushed it under the floorboards next to the grindmill before the morning bell rang. If the head of sanitation finds out, I can kiss my bonus goodbye! Even worse — I may be banned from Elixir production work in all of Meldore!