Jansen dipped a finger into the blood red potion in the goblet, and let baby Jennica suck at it.
    Jennica licked the syrup from Jansen's finger and cut flesh with a tooth.
    "Oww!"  He pulled his hand from her face slinging his hand in pain.  Drops of blood flung from his wound hitting Dabbel in the face and staining his shirt.
    "Give her more"  The Wicht proffered the goblet, tilting it towards himself to stop the potion from sloshing out.
    Jansen slid the baby from one arm to the other so he could use the hand that was uncut.  He dipped a finger into the goblet, and cautiously made it available to Jennica.
    "Here you are you greedy little pig,"  He smiled at the bundle of flesh in his arms as she slurped happily.
    A gut reaction forced him to extend his arms and pull his head away from the baby.  He blinked, and took a closer look at the girl.  Her tongue had swollen and now hung out of her mouth.  You never notice how ugly a tongue is until it’s the only thing you can see.
    Jansen quickly realized that the tongue had not so much swollen as it had returned to normal size.  He also realized that the tongue was blocking her airways and the baby could not breathe.  He panicked.
    "Dabbel,  help!  We have to feed her more of the potion so the rest of her returns before she suffocates!"