for sci- witchcraft, it's witchcraft

Hazel was hard at work trying to tease out a cure for the Ooze from its many symptoms. In a little wicker cage at her side was an infected fox who would be the recipient of her next attempt. For the last several days she'd taken samples of ooze from its ears, eyes and sores and mixed them in various concoctions to 'see' what became of them. She'd cut off mushrooms, sawed off crystals, and probed abscesses all in the name of witchcraft. Or science, whatever you wanted to call it. So far her success had been minimal unless you considered death with resurrection a successful outcome, in which case she had been very successful. She'd discovered no solutions for the living, however.

Presently she lay on the ground with a bowl pressed between her paws and a pestle clamped between her teeth. Hazel was hard at work grinding today's version of the cure. Any second now she'd be ready to test it...

"Speech"