Bryon felt like a little boy again as his father sat beside his bed and gave him the bitter syrup with honey to drink. He could feel the sweat beginning to trickle out of every pore in his skin and he knew the medicine was working. But it still felt as though liquid embers were being siphoned into his inner ear. He did not want that mess poured down his ear. Sometimes floating bits of fart-stenched yellow wool would even dry in his ear and he'd have to pick at them for days.
Nanaberry tea is exactly the right thing to use.
And Howell once again left the house. Bryon remembered making the tea to pour into Howell's ears once. The recipe stuck in his mind, and despite his wishes he kept repeating the ingredients. Four parts water. One part rotten fencepost shavings.