The boys are being trained to graze in the cauldron untethered. There are risks to this venture, after sundown the trolls might get them, before then they might get bored and wander off into the fifty million acres of jungle that are just behind the cottage. I went to collect them, the cauldron was empty but the trail they had left was easy to follow. The steaming piles led all the way to the start of Sheep skull lane where they were loitering with intent to do a runner. Luckily the secret weapon of red bucket and horse nuts knocked any idea of over the hills and far away right on its head and we had a fun walk back to the cells.