The world came crashing in on Toad. Gone was his small parlor. Gone was the jabberwocky (with whom he had become fast friends.) He was free! What? And with that he realized that his new found freedom had rather intriguing limitations. He was fitted with a vest that was tied to the bed, and while he explained in detail (in several languages) why such measures were obviously unnecessary for a person of his pedigree, the stoats and weasels seemed to take no notice (which in no wise interfered with his tasking them over their obvious oversight.)
And then a set of new doctors appeared. The tallest, a person of about Badger's height, and about Badger's width, and who sounded a great deal like Badger, and... "My stars!", exclaimed Toad, "It's Bidthr", the last bit muffled by a thermometer that had suddenly materialized in Toad's mouth. "Delirious" said the assistant who sounded just like... "Rat" shouted Toad, and Dr. Ersatz winked at Dr. Williams who nodded knowingly back. And with that, the second assistant interrupted to urgently advise Dr. Williams that there was a patient who seemed to be running amok in the next ward (his long nose twitching a bit in the proces ) whereupon the horde of stoats and weasels, dashed down the corridor, while Ersatz and his two assistants calmly wheeled Toad to the door that Otter held wide.
No comments:
Post a Comment