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Ten minutes later, Chel walked out of the examining room looking flushed, but relieved. "Let's go." She rushed by Andrea and Kalvin who were sitting on one of the waiting room couches reading magazines.
"What about Stealth? Where is she?" Kalvin hurriedly put down his book.
"She's fine,… she reverted back to a dice," replied Chel already at the door.
"What did you tell, Dr. Hobbes?" Andrea inquired following her older sister. She was at least being less obnoxious than earlier, Chel noted.
"Nothing,… Fly handled it." Chel shrugged walking through the door.
"Fly?" Andrea blinked, wondering what the squirrel could do to handle that.
Dr. Hobbes frowned, looking at the blood spots on the floor and table. At least she had some evidence of what she saw, but for now, she would be quiet about it. 'An amazing scientific find,… and it guilts me into not saying a word!'
Fly had been very convincing in pleading with her that they were harmless creatures. He has also spun a very quick tale about escaping from another human in another city with the cat. She wasn't sure if he was lying or always spoke like that. Dr. Hobbes was still trying to get over the fact that a strange looking squirrel was speaking to her in almost perfect English.
As much as she wanted to keep him and call someone,... there were several problems with that. One being that Chel obviously did care about the animal, two being that it exhibited a clear sense of self. It would be like turning a person into a lab animal. But what was the purpose of the creation of this creature? Where had it come from?
Dr. Hobbes decided to let Chel go. She knew where Chel lived and doubted that she would separate from the animals. If she found out something, she could always contact Chel's parents.
Chel stepped through the doors, glancing over her shoulder, half expecting the vet to change her mind and come after her. "So what did you do, Fly??" Kalvin directly addressed the dice. "Come on?"
"Let's,… NOT talk about that right now," grumbled Fly in embarrassment.
2 thoughts on “June 02, 2004 (3 Comments)”
Khend
The ‘puppy dog eyes’ are all powerful.
Fear the squirrel. He is dangerous!
Spikes
You cannot hope to win against the cute. Resistance is futile!
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