Toil And Trouble VI

Well, that seems to have set everything right. All the tiny trout and the puddle vanished. The flying nautilus lost its wings, fell from the sky into the ocean, and it zipped off into the deep. The ice cube weeds lost their thorns and their ice cubes. Most importantly, Rosalie’s closet is back to normal, except for one wall that seems to be painted an impervious and immutable yellow. Oh well. Rosalie really appreciates your help.