The Weekly Trifecta Writing Challenge:
In 33 to 333 write a response using the word:
An Emergency for Dr. Bland
Dundy Milkweed sat in her usual spot in the waiting room of Dr. Bland’s veterinary office gently rocking her kitty, Rosemary Irene, and staring beseechingly at the front desk girl, Brandy. Brandy, on the other hand, was making it her sole purpose in life to be too busy to acknowledge Dundy Milkweed’s pitiful countenance.
“Excuse me, Brandy,” Dundy finally said, “But I’ve been waiting thirty minutes now and this is an emergency! I don’t know how much longer my poor Rosemary Irene is going to be able to stand the pain.”
“And what pain is that Mrs. Milkweed?” Brandy stifled a yawn.
“What pain is that? I can’t believe you’re asking me that! I told you over the phone that my Rosemary Irene has a migraine headache and suffers from sharp shooting pains in her back! She needs to see Dr. Bland ASAP!”
“Brandy wheeled her desk chair over to the counter and raised her reading glasses. “Well, she looks okay to me.” Brandy declared.
“Oh sure she’ll survive. She’s a trooper my Rosemary Irene is!” Dundy Milkweed held Rosemary Irene up so that her feline legs dangled limply. “But I don’t think she has any feeling in her paws anymore.”
Just then Dr. Bland opened the door to the waiting room. He had donut crumbs and chocolate sprinkles in his beard. “Hello Mrs. Milkweed. I can see Rosemary Irene now.”
Dundy Milkweed walked over to Dr. Bland and gently handed him her kitty.
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Milkweed, I’ll fix her up like new.”
“Thank you Dr. Bland, I don’t know what we would do without you!” Dundy wiped a tear from the corner of her eye before she left.
“Rosemary Irene could use a run through the washing machine.” Brandy observed.
“Oh I don’t think she could withstand that,” Dr. Brandy said. “The stuffings would come out for sure. I’ll just set Rosemary Irene on the shelf like I always do.”
Dr. Bland and Brandy chuckled between bites.
Until next time . . . I love you