"First," demanded the ghostly dog, "Answer me this:
"I am the tiniest bomb, ticking 1200 beats
before dropping the weight of a penny
on some unsuspecting intruder
to my territory.
Who am I?"
Those words were already nothing more than ghostly echos as the Labrador vanished back into thin air.
"A Widdo!" cried Glancelot. "Just wah I needed! A widdo!"
Glancelot sat down gloomily on the edge of his bathtub until the servant finally arrived with the bath salts. As the door opened, a tiny object shot through opening, knocking the servant aside.
"A bird!" said Glancelot. "The tiniest bird!"
The bird alighted upon his windowsill.
"The answer to the widdo," cried Glancelot. "But wah doeth it mean? And be off with you!" The servant bowed out.
Glancelot turned to the space where the Labrador had been and stared thoughtfully at it, as though it held the answers he sought.
"A bird," he said again. "Ith thith the message from my dear Muvvah?"
And it hit him. The key to the curse was held in this riddle. Birds... what was it the Labrador has said before cursing him? Something about food, a world of food...
"But wah doeth food have to do with birds?" he wailed.