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Very Fawnedly Yours
© 2013 by Walter Reimer
(All characters courtesy of
EOCostello, 
MercMarten and 
Major Matt Mason. Any resemblance between characters depicted herein and any real person, living or dead, is too bad for them.)
The setting is Spontoon Island, in the story section Let's Doe It (Let's Fall In Love).
Art by
turnbolt
__________________________________________________
Part 35.
Willow:
I didn’t need to see his tail flagging to know that Reggie was nervous, obviously at the thought of finding out what his grandfather’s condition was like.
Dr. Mink ushered us into the common area.
There were several nurses and orderlies there, roughly one to a patient, with a dozen elderly mels.
There was one dignified-looking bulldog with a stately military bearing, looking a bit undignified in a ballerina’s costume. He was doing his best to do stretches at a barre.
Another fur was dressed impeccably in a black suit and tie, walking around and murmuring to himself while occasionally making a sound that resembled radio static.
There was a pile of cushions in one corner with a long pair of foxlike ears protruding from it. A nurse sat beside the pile.
Reggie’s Grandfather George was instantly recognizable as the only whitetail deer in the room. And even if he weren’t, the family resemblance was there. He looked to be deep into his eighties, dressed in a pair of tweed trousers, a white shirt with a black vest, and a train engineer’s cap.
He was seated on the floor, playing with a set of trains that had been painted up to resemble the Buckhorn consist, and making soft train noises.
“Miss Daniels?” Dr. Mink said, and a young woman who was hovering near George walked over.
Miss Daniels was a vixen, with a neckline that could best be described as “power-driven.” Her build was something to see.
I would describe it as defying both belief and gravity.
Well, Nature usually demands a balance, so it came as no surprise to me when Miss Daniels opened her muzzle. “Oh, Doctor Mink!” she squealed.
“How is Mr. Buckhorn today?”
“Oh, he’s simply been marvelous, Doctor! Although he still won’t let me play with his trains.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. He says it violates union rules.”
“Nurse’s union?” Reggie asked.
“No sir, the engine driver’s union,” she said, perfectly seriously. “Otherwise, he’s been a simple darling.”
“Sehr gut, Miss Daniels. And have you made sure that Mr. Lavender’s getting enough water?”
“Oh yes, Doctor!”
Mink walked over to where George was sitting and leaned over. “Good morning, Mister Buckhorn!” he said in a jovial tone. “How are we today?”
George looked up with a pleasantly vacant expression and said, “Toot-toot!”
“Good! And your trains, do they run on time today?”
“Chuffa-chuffa!”
“Excellent! You have visitors today.”
George blinked. “I do?” he asked in a quiet voice. “Passengers?”
Mink smiled tolerantly and waved us forward.
***
Reggie:
I decided that it wasn’t good form to tower over my grandfather, so I sat down next to him as he advanced the throttle on his train set’s transformer. The low hum rose but was eclipsed by the soft sound of the train’s wheels, punctuated by clicks as it went over the tracks.
“Hello, Grandfather,” I said hesitantly.
He looked at me, then smiled and took my paw. “You must be Reggie.”
“Er, yes, I am, rather.”
“Splendid, my boy! Good to have you aboard. I hope you have your ticket.”
“Oh. Um, er – “
“But never mind about that; you’re family. My, my, how you’ve grown up. You know, your father’s been telling me a lot about you.”
“Has he?”
“Yes. Funny thing, though – you don’t look like the Devil.” He chuckled. “But don’t you worry about Josslyn – “ he broke off and mimicked the sound of the train’s whistle as it went past us. The locomotive’s motor helped mask his voice, which he kept low.
I watched the train go round. He slowed it down to get around a curve on the tracks, and I couldn’t help but notice something.
One of the cars was a flatbed with stakes on the sides to hold logs.
But I didn’t expect the ‘logs’ to be ’27 Uppmann cigars.
***
Willow:
Try as I might, I couldn’t quite catch what Reggie and his grandfather were talking about. I decided to ask Miss Daniels about a few of the others.
She was only too happy to oblige.
“Well, bless me, Mrs. Buckhorn! We have about twelve patients in this wing, you know.” She lowered her voice. “All mad, you know. Incurable.”
My heart sank a bit.
“But let me introduce you to a few of them.” We walked over to the bulldog in the ballerina getup. “I’d like you to meet Brigadier Sir Stanley Wofford. He fought at the Western Front, you know.”
“Not dressed like that, I hope.”
She stifled a giggle. “General? Are you getting ready for tonight?”
The elderly canine huffed as he tried a particular stretch that I haven’t tried to do since before I was in high school. “Tonight . . . I hope to . . . outshine even the . . . great Pavlova!”
“Wonderful!” Miss Daniels seemed to have a deep well of compassion. “Keep up the good work, General.”
The otter in the suit and tie walked past, and the nurse stopped him, and gently tweaked one of the buttons on his jacket.
“ . . . Turning now to sport, Manchester United defeated Sheffield two-nil,” the otter said in a grave and very even tone. “Manchester will move forward on aggregate. In the cricket County Tests, Berkshire beat Kent 318 to 193 by 75 runs.”
“Sir Owen here used to be the very prominent head of a stock firm in The City. Now he thinks he’s the BBC.”
“Can’t he be treated? Or can’t you just turn his volume all the way down?”
“And miss the Regional Service? My only objection is that he always has Kent losing. Oh, and the dance music leaves something to be desired.” With that, she turned his volume down again and let him go.
I pointed at the pile of pillows in the corner. “Who’s that?”
“Well, that’s – “
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” The scream came from the nurse near the pile, who had reached toward a small table and the tray of food that it held. “HE BIT ME!”
Miss Daniels ran over as the other nurses reacted. “He bit you, Clarice?”
“Yes!”
“Well, you shouldn’t get so close to his food. You know he gets snappish if you get too close.” To me she said, “Poor, poor man – he thinks he’s feral. Likes to burrow,” and she nodded at the huge pile of small pillows.
“I . . . see.”
“Well, I’ll leave you alone for a while so you can get acquainted,” Miss Daniels said as she helped the bitten nurse from the room. After seeing to their various charges, the other nurses also stepped out.
As soon as the door closed, Sir Owen moved to stand by the door and intoned, “And now, for something completely different.”
<PREVIOUS><FIRST><NEXT>
© 2013 by Walter Reimer
(All characters courtesy of
EOCostello, 
MercMarten and 
Major Matt Mason. Any resemblance between characters depicted herein and any real person, living or dead, is too bad for them.)The setting is Spontoon Island, in the story section Let's Doe It (Let's Fall In Love).
Art by
turnbolt__________________________________________________
Part 35.
Willow:
I didn’t need to see his tail flagging to know that Reggie was nervous, obviously at the thought of finding out what his grandfather’s condition was like.
Dr. Mink ushered us into the common area.
There were several nurses and orderlies there, roughly one to a patient, with a dozen elderly mels.
There was one dignified-looking bulldog with a stately military bearing, looking a bit undignified in a ballerina’s costume. He was doing his best to do stretches at a barre.
Another fur was dressed impeccably in a black suit and tie, walking around and murmuring to himself while occasionally making a sound that resembled radio static.
There was a pile of cushions in one corner with a long pair of foxlike ears protruding from it. A nurse sat beside the pile.
Reggie’s Grandfather George was instantly recognizable as the only whitetail deer in the room. And even if he weren’t, the family resemblance was there. He looked to be deep into his eighties, dressed in a pair of tweed trousers, a white shirt with a black vest, and a train engineer’s cap.
He was seated on the floor, playing with a set of trains that had been painted up to resemble the Buckhorn consist, and making soft train noises.
“Miss Daniels?” Dr. Mink said, and a young woman who was hovering near George walked over.
Miss Daniels was a vixen, with a neckline that could best be described as “power-driven.” Her build was something to see.
I would describe it as defying both belief and gravity.
Well, Nature usually demands a balance, so it came as no surprise to me when Miss Daniels opened her muzzle. “Oh, Doctor Mink!” she squealed.
“How is Mr. Buckhorn today?”
“Oh, he’s simply been marvelous, Doctor! Although he still won’t let me play with his trains.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. He says it violates union rules.”
“Nurse’s union?” Reggie asked.
“No sir, the engine driver’s union,” she said, perfectly seriously. “Otherwise, he’s been a simple darling.”
“Sehr gut, Miss Daniels. And have you made sure that Mr. Lavender’s getting enough water?”
“Oh yes, Doctor!”
Mink walked over to where George was sitting and leaned over. “Good morning, Mister Buckhorn!” he said in a jovial tone. “How are we today?”
George looked up with a pleasantly vacant expression and said, “Toot-toot!”
“Good! And your trains, do they run on time today?”
“Chuffa-chuffa!”
“Excellent! You have visitors today.”
George blinked. “I do?” he asked in a quiet voice. “Passengers?”
Mink smiled tolerantly and waved us forward.
***
Reggie:
I decided that it wasn’t good form to tower over my grandfather, so I sat down next to him as he advanced the throttle on his train set’s transformer. The low hum rose but was eclipsed by the soft sound of the train’s wheels, punctuated by clicks as it went over the tracks.
“Hello, Grandfather,” I said hesitantly.
He looked at me, then smiled and took my paw. “You must be Reggie.”
“Er, yes, I am, rather.”
“Splendid, my boy! Good to have you aboard. I hope you have your ticket.”
“Oh. Um, er – “
“But never mind about that; you’re family. My, my, how you’ve grown up. You know, your father’s been telling me a lot about you.”
“Has he?”
“Yes. Funny thing, though – you don’t look like the Devil.” He chuckled. “But don’t you worry about Josslyn – “ he broke off and mimicked the sound of the train’s whistle as it went past us. The locomotive’s motor helped mask his voice, which he kept low.
I watched the train go round. He slowed it down to get around a curve on the tracks, and I couldn’t help but notice something.
One of the cars was a flatbed with stakes on the sides to hold logs.
But I didn’t expect the ‘logs’ to be ’27 Uppmann cigars.
***
Willow:
Try as I might, I couldn’t quite catch what Reggie and his grandfather were talking about. I decided to ask Miss Daniels about a few of the others.
She was only too happy to oblige.
“Well, bless me, Mrs. Buckhorn! We have about twelve patients in this wing, you know.” She lowered her voice. “All mad, you know. Incurable.”
My heart sank a bit.
“But let me introduce you to a few of them.” We walked over to the bulldog in the ballerina getup. “I’d like you to meet Brigadier Sir Stanley Wofford. He fought at the Western Front, you know.”
“Not dressed like that, I hope.”
She stifled a giggle. “General? Are you getting ready for tonight?”
The elderly canine huffed as he tried a particular stretch that I haven’t tried to do since before I was in high school. “Tonight . . . I hope to . . . outshine even the . . . great Pavlova!”
“Wonderful!” Miss Daniels seemed to have a deep well of compassion. “Keep up the good work, General.”
The otter in the suit and tie walked past, and the nurse stopped him, and gently tweaked one of the buttons on his jacket.
“ . . . Turning now to sport, Manchester United defeated Sheffield two-nil,” the otter said in a grave and very even tone. “Manchester will move forward on aggregate. In the cricket County Tests, Berkshire beat Kent 318 to 193 by 75 runs.”
“Sir Owen here used to be the very prominent head of a stock firm in The City. Now he thinks he’s the BBC.”
“Can’t he be treated? Or can’t you just turn his volume all the way down?”
“And miss the Regional Service? My only objection is that he always has Kent losing. Oh, and the dance music leaves something to be desired.” With that, she turned his volume down again and let him go.
I pointed at the pile of pillows in the corner. “Who’s that?”
“Well, that’s – “
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” The scream came from the nurse near the pile, who had reached toward a small table and the tray of food that it held. “HE BIT ME!”
Miss Daniels ran over as the other nurses reacted. “He bit you, Clarice?”
“Yes!”
“Well, you shouldn’t get so close to his food. You know he gets snappish if you get too close.” To me she said, “Poor, poor man – he thinks he’s feral. Likes to burrow,” and she nodded at the huge pile of small pillows.
“I . . . see.”
“Well, I’ll leave you alone for a while so you can get acquainted,” Miss Daniels said as she helped the bitten nurse from the room. After seeing to their various charges, the other nurses also stepped out.
As soon as the door closed, Sir Owen moved to stand by the door and intoned, “And now, for something completely different.”
<PREVIOUS><FIRST><NEXT>
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Cervine (Other)
Size 932 x 1280px
File Size 257.5 kB
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