**Originally posted on August 3, 2015::
Write a scene where the only spoken dialogue is "uh-huh", "Ummm", Urrrr", "Mm-mmm"
"Uh-huh, uh-huh," he muttered as he stirred the last two drops of morning dew into the cast iron pot simmering over the fire. He lifted a spoonful to his lips and tasted.
It was horrible; his mouth twisted. "Urrrr." Well, maybe it would work. He dashed over to the mirror and waited patiently. After thirty minutes, he admitted defeat.
Time to start over.
He went around the storeroom gathering supplies. "Mm-mmm," he said aloud as he plucked powdered bat wing and ground coriander off the shelf. "Ummm..." he pondered as he picked up, then discarded the bottle of pond scum. He had tasted that before and didn't care to go there again.
He went back to his fire and began measuring and mixing once more.
Two hours later, he decided it was time to try it out. He sipped from the pewter spoon again, then waited anxiously in front if the mirror.
"Urrrr!" he groaned in frustration and stamped his red-booted foot.
Then he got an idea. "Ummm...Uh-huh!"
He would switch the last two ingredients from this potion with the last two from the one before that!
Quickly, quickly, he remade the potions with the necessary changes and sampled one of them. "Mm-mmm." He smacked his lips in approval and stood before the mirror. Minutes later, his image faded away.
Giddy with excitement, he ran back to taste the other concoction. "Uh-huh," he whispered as he ran back to the mirror.
He watched, breathless, as he shimmered back into view.
With a fist pump, he leaped into the air, then picked up his beloved cat and did a victory dance of pure joy.
He had done it! After only eighty-seven tries, he had done it!
He had finally found a way to capture all the Smurfs! Now, he would be able to eat the little blue devils for dinner.
Gargamel gently placed Azrael back onto her sleeping mat and skipped out of the room.
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