Leaves

I give to you a repurposed oldie (but goodie) in eleventy-one words...

He saw the terrified woman surrounded by a group of ruffians.

‘Hey guys.’

The hoodlums turned.

‘Why don’t you stop harassing her?’

The leader, a hefty, bearded man said, ‘How ‘bout we harass you instead?’ He motioned for his posse to follow.

He pulled from his pocket a bag of leaves.

‘You think a little weed is gonna help?’

‘It’s not weed,’ he replied as he swallowed the leaves whole.

The thugs advanced.

With two well-aimed punches, he incapacitated the closest two before pummeling the rest.

After the massacre ended, he checked on the woman. ‘You okay?’

‘Yeah. But what was that?’ she asked, pointing at the empty plastic bag.

‘Spinach.’