A Vet’s Nightmare
“Hello. Welsh Hill’s Vetinarian practise.”
“Yes, hello. Do you look after all animals?”
“Oh yes, all creatures great and small, we do them all.”
“Excellent. Can I get an appointment, please?”
“What seems to be the problem?”
“He’s gone off his food.”
“Can you come over at 3?”
“Great,” said Susan. “Do you have a helipad there?”
“What?”
“A Helipad, or a flat roof?”
“Ah.. yes, we have a flat roof,” said the receptionist. “Why?”
“Okay we’ll drop in about 3pm.”
Susan guiding her pet down onto the flat roof and then climbed down to the front entrance.
“Hello. I’m Susan. I have an appointment for my pet.”
“Oh yes,” said the receptionist. “What’s his name please?”
“Nogard”
“And what is he?”
“A dragon of course, although he’s a little backward.”
“And where is this dragon,” said the receptionist, trying to humour her.
“He’s waiting outside a bit big for your doors.”
The receptionist looked out to see that indeed there was a dragon waiting patiently, out in the car park, taking up a large disabled bay.
“Oh yyyyyes,” she stuttered. “I’ll get the vet to come out.”
The vet appeared form his room stethoscope around his neck.
“Hello, Dr Little,” said the vet, holding out his hand.
“Susan, Nice to meet you Dr Little.”
“Call me Doo please,” said the vet.
“Doo?”
“Short for Donald, or maybe because I’m always up to my eyeballs in it.”
“Oh Right.”
“So, where’s this ‘dragon’ then.”
“Nogard’s outside.”
“Is he trained. I don’t want him biting my head off.
“Oh yes,” said Susan. “That’s his favourite film, always watching it.”
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